It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to heaven, we were all going direct the other way. . .

                                                                                                            -- Charles Dickens


It’s the familiar quotation that begins Dickens’s epic A Tale of Two Cities. I laugh when I read it again because it is as applicable and appropriate for the start of the 21st century as it was for the end of the 18th century. Is there really nothing new under the sun? Is humanity still bumbling around trying to make sense of it all?

In many respects we have ‘come a long way, baby’. (Remember that ad from Virginia Slims cigarettes . . . that I learned to hate?) Each year as International Women’s Day rolls around, I count the ways.   Sure there’s a long way to go, but look back at where we started.

The journey now becomes more of an inner one. Negotiating all that inner space of body, mind and soul can be an exciting and surprising adventure. I do believe it’s why we’re here at this time on planet Earth, mostly because if we don’t grab this present challenge and take it seriously, there may not be a next time.

Humanity is being asked right now to remember who we are, how much we are loved, and to live our lives from that space.



As I sat on my cushion silently staring into the candle flame, I closed my eyes and felt so fully held in love, one night, that it took away my breath. This was bliss. I sat for a while, then rose and wrote on my tiny welcome blackboard that faces the front door:
 I AM LOVE.

That was a couple of months ago but the words still remain, as many strangers come through my house. I leave it, unabashed, because it reminds me of that incredible knowing and feeling in my body. It was not my mind that told me.

I've been learning a lot about body intelligence lately.   Living in my body, listening to it, loving it, appreciating all the joys it brings, expressing gratitude for it and really, really nurturing it – with power foods, with enough rest, enough movement and hydration. And pampering.

I cannot express how rewarding it is.

Today I tried an experiment. I took a situation that is huge in my life right now. I presented my self with an outcome. Then I took a step forward and turned around, noticing how my body felt. I did it again, this time presenting the opposite outcome, once more tapping into my body’s reaction.

Wow! There was no mistaking the decision. Body intelligence is absolute truth. The mind can play tricks but there is no fooling the body.

For eons we were taught that our bodies were instruments of temptation and must be silenced or at least ignored. So listening to and loving them is a big learning curve for us. They are indeed the temples that we are given to thrive in and cherish. And if we do cherish them they will last the rest of our long, healthy lives.

I think we have a choice; we can make this the best of times or the worst of times, and our choice ripples and echoes over the planet no matter which it is, which in turn makes it the best or the worst for humanity as a whole.

It is an awesome role that each of us is being asked to play right now.

As you begin to love your self you will find that pain and suffering are only proof that you are living against your own truth.

Living in love and feeling love in your body is possible.

What if your body is a love vessel and all that’s required is love?


'Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it. 
                                                                                                                                  -- Rumi