It was 2009. My chihuahua, Chico had passed away. (He’d been having seizures for months.) Chico was 15 years old, and I had adopted him from a local animal shelter nine years before. The thing that I remember the most, was that I felt as though there was a knife in my chest. Yep, the …
This year I turn 60. (Holy cow!) And the statement “get out of your head and into your heart” has become my life’s work. I first heard the phrase when I was studying at the Southwest Institute of Healing Arts here in Arizona. (It’s what a teacher told me.) I was working in corporate at …
This is Bailey. She was my “heart dog”. When I looked into her eyes, I felt like she could see into my soul. She knew what I was thinking and feeling, and I knew her like the back of my hand. We were buddies. We were kindred spirits. Last July there were some telltale issues …
