We’ve all been taught throughout the years to go to school and get an education so that you can learn all the things you need to learn in order to make it in life. It’s all well and good to know that 2+2=4 and what an adjective, noun and verb are. It’s even nice to know the square root of 144, how to find the area of a triangle and be familiar with some of the famous works of William Shakespeare. But there are some other really great things to learn and know in life and many of them are…

I am not a dancer by any means. I’ve never had any real formal dance instruction. I’ve watched a few videos trying to learn various dance steps. I’ve been to dance clubs and other such group dances. I’ve watched a lot of other dancers in movies, TV, and in real life. I am always in awe at how they move their bodies and make it all seem so fluid and fun. I’ve wanted to be able to dance like they do. To feel free and fabulous in moving my body to the rhythm of the music. Lately I’ve been fascinated…

“We keep moving forward, opening new doors, and doing new things because we’re curious and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths.” –Walt Disney So often we get stuck in the same ruts of our everyday life. Get up, get dressed, eat, go to school, go to work, eat, come home, do more school, do more work, eat some more, go to bed then get up and do it all over again. In between all the routines we have we make plans for what else we need to make sure we get done that particular day and we fret and…

Breathing can get us through stressful situations without falling apart. It can also heal us physically and emotionally and keep us truly living and not just staying alive. In my book The ABC’s of Joyful Living I share the experience of how I once had to use the power of my own breath to bring breath and life back into the lifeless body of my son. We’ve all heard of, seen and many probably even experienced this powerful transfer of life giving breath through CPR and such. It’s quite the amazing miracle to witness. If we have the power to…

Ever since I was a child I remember having the chore of vacuuming. I often hated it, mostly because it was a chore I had to do before I could do anything that I really wanted to do. But in the end, there was a sort of odd peace and sense of accomplishment that came from vacuuming. The rhythmic back and forth motion of the wheels and brushes gliding across the floor making clean smooth pattern lines in the carpet. The power in that small motor connected to the long tubing that manages to find stubborn hidden dirt and debris…