Is gratitude for someone else or for us when we feel the thrill of the flow of love when we place our attention on something we are grateful for? Or both?

Every session of the Joy Collective brings growth, integration, accountability, and inspiration as my offerings intertwine with receiving and evolve in co-creation.

Where we place our attention (misery or joy) will shape our coming year.

My joy practice, shared in the Core Alignment with Joy series, is playful, meaningful, and in the flow … yet that’s not all.

I hope I have it in me to creatively stretch and provide for those around me in hard times, looking to the persimmon tree as a model.

The danger, I understand, even in my dream, is not the bear, despite my archetypical wariness. The danger is in a misalignment of relationship.

By reflecting on what's happened and slowing down to really feel our feelings, we harvest some of the best of what our lives have to offer: the Satisfaction of Closure.

Do you see how the giving and receiving are intertwined?

Gratitude, I now believe, is mostly a gift I give myself. The irony is precious: What we give ourselves, we cannot help but give to others.

My first publicly released meditation focuses on gratitude.

“Mulch” is a stout and rather plain word to describe the magic of what transpires here. Being a part of nature, we experience this cycle in our lives as well

The joys and pleasures of the life I touch outside of my body can never rival the stuff I’m made of when I fully tap in and allow it to bloom.

Inspired by Dr. Joe Dispenza, I use my imagination to prime for the best possible outcome rather than worry about the worst.

I watched with fascination as she returned again and again, tugging more of its stringy mass from the tangle of sprouting grass. No doubt, she aimed to build a nest from what I’d left behind.

I got the sense that my personality took a seat in the sidecar. It just picked itself up and moved out of my body, allowing my soul to steer.

Camee shares how she found freedom from fear and a misplaced sense of obligation by attuning to how she feels and priming for best possible outcomes.

I sit with awe and gratitude at the bounty! It makes me wonder how many nascent projects before me will come to fruition despite my lack of expectation.

I vowed to spend at least 32 hours unplugged from all electronics that Sunday, and to get myself to the beach in my vacation home on wheels (our Toyota Sienna van, Harbor).

Our family heads to the woods with a picnic to find chanterelles and adventure. Getting real about our conflicts, I share what I apologized for and how that was received.

Fire-building is like life. I add the next part of the adventure (another stick of wood) and oh! My calendar collapses. Will I find a way to proceed, to revisit and revel in that bright dance again?