At times, I’ve pushed, cried, manuevered and tried to steer this game called life.  I am grateful for the moments I did push myself personally to grow, but what would it be like to let life unfold? …

The morning of the 11th was again a bit wobbly and weepy for me.  I lit my candle, placed it in front of my picture of the now “famous” 3 firemen raising the flag and said a prayer for a world peace.  It was the first year I had decided to go out and work with clients in the morning instead of staying home and listening to the names of the lost being read at Ground Zero.  I made a conscious effort to feel my feet on the earth as a walked across 34th Street and was accutely aware of my breath.  There was a stillness in the air.  It may have been the rain or the somber feelings of a city and nation in what felt to me like a dilema between mourning and moving on.  This year’s ceremony was not in the “pit” as usual due to construction.  Change?!  How are the families and friends of the victims moving on? …

Yikes!  Just came back in yesterday after a relaxing and nourishing time off. …