In all the depth of letting go, it pays to remember what’s worth holding on to. This Pueblo verse captures it oh so well. To me, it’s even simpler… We hold on to what lifts us. Hold on to what is good even if it…
There is a box in my closet bound in ribbons of woe, pages of awakening, lessons of letting go. Ink stained by tears words scattered with lies, a game of deception and masterful disguise. It rests, for now in a cocoon of dark bliss, healing…
One of the most difficult questions I have ever been asked has been “what do you really want Cheryl.” Oh my, where do I start? I’ve had days when, like Eva Gabor, I’ve wanted it all. You know…the penthouse view…Park Avenue. Other days I’ve wanted…
