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What if our most important endeavors, those that determine the direction of our country, dictate the quality of our relationships and define us as human beings, could be structured in such a way that everybody wins?

The Egyptians have opened this door for others as well. This is an important and powerful moment for each one of us, for it is in claiming our own authority to count in the matters of life; conscious life begins.

Which came first: the rhetoric, or the violence? Does an atmosphere of violence promote and encourage people to treat each other with disrespect and disregard?

When we come to define ourselves according to political and national ideologies and forget that we all share common roots as members of the human family, sharing the same wants and needs, we stray from our deepest truths.

What's invisibly written on your "jersey"? What might others say, since it is they who see your backside? If there were one word that was keeping your life too small, lately, what would it be?

The question is: how will you engage in the process of creating your "future," consciously or unconsciously?

As we progress through Autumn's Season of Plenty, let us do so more consciously than ever before, rediscovering fall as one of four portals to a healthier, more vibrantly loving relationship with life.

Like the garden, it's our nature to blossom and grow, no matter what kind of soil conditions in which we find ourselves. We're ferns, perpetually in search of a larger container in which to house our lives.

While one cannot reject the benefits of looking on the bright side, there are obvious concerns that arise with this approach when the "Happiness Channel" is the only one permitted.

Where's Leo Buscaglia when you need him? There might be a few of you left out there, born before this age of high-tech, hyper-connectivity mania, who remember his words and Spirit.

A curmudgeon has a certain sense of honor around their integrity. They may be grouchy, but a curmudgeon will be there when the going gets tough. They love a good challenge!

Teaching to the test, and overwhelming kids with content, while eliminating recess, field trips or project based learning has created kids who are stressed out, sleep deprived, cheating to get by.

"Astute perception and sly wit" -- who wouldn't sign up for that? And how about a lack of a "serviceable denial mechanism?" Sounds good to me! Doesn't everyone aspire to these qualities?

Let's face it, Mother's are pretty simple creatures and don't require much on our special day. To celebrate Mother's Day, consider giving your mom a new book, a nice cup of tea and some spaciousness to become lost in a great story.

"Tell me, what is it you plan to do with this one wild and precious life?" Mary Oliver I just re...

While I'm not generally a "technique" person, I found this method extremely helpful in my own tightrope walk of awareness during the past six weeks, given what was on my plate.

Huff Po readers: how do you engage your "right brain" in a crisis? What sort of rituals or experiences have you used that had a powerful impact on you?

Conscious forgetting means letting go of the event, to not insist it stay in the foreground, but rather allow it to be relegated to the background or move off stage.

Help me understand. You and I need to earn a license to drive our cars, right? We need a license to marry. You need a license to operate a restaura...

Our interest in monitoring and controlling their sleep dramatically drops off after they are fully walking and talking. Why is that?

Ever stopped to wonder how bunnies, eggs and scavenger hunts are related to Easter's religious celebration of Jesus dying on the cross and rising again? Strange bedfellows they are.

Now my life consists of trying to make ends meet and trying to stay on top of my son's ongoing battle with bone tumors. I do my best to keep my chin up for my kid's sake.

Rather than ask "How can I stop this pain?" ask yourself: "Do I choose to suffer in service to my ego (false self) or in service to my soul (essence)?"

"You a writer, or something?" he asks, noticing my gymnastic struggle with pen and paper. His inquiry reminds me of the mosquito hovering around your ear on a hot July evening, and you, without a fly swatter. Good thing, though. I would have missed the fireworks.