If you truly want the world to be more peaceful, joy-filled, loving, kind, compassionate (who doesn't really)? Start noticing your inner dialogue. Can you gently shift that voice to be more loving? How many times can you catch yourself doing good today? Can you make a list of 5 stellar things about yourself today, and add 5 new ones tomorrow, and the next day and the next?

I, Tracey Lee, no longer accept, allow, condone, participate in, witness, or tolerate mind fuckery in my life. This includes the mind fuckery I create myself. I will master the ability to choose one thought over another. I decide. I choose. I am the authority. I love me, and therefore I take this loving stand.

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I, Tracey Lee, will no longer be bound by the slavery of my fear.

I will never again give my power away to my insecurities, my doubts, or my resentments.

I will stop allowing my past to define who I am, and I will stand for my highest integrity.

relationships of vast depth and meaning are *not* those free of conflict, but ones where working through conflict is embraced as path, where the participants are transformed into an alive vessel of purification, love, and healing.

Lessons from Mother were not the kind you skipped and sang through. She was not the kind of teacher you joyfully brought an apple. Hers was a tough class room. And now with the lessons done, and the final exams passed, I am a far better version of myself having had the experience. Every step of the way Mother was most definitely teaching me love, though it often didn’t feel like it. One thing is for certain, I am a teacher of love because Alicia was my mother.

"Every tear shed in grief was born in love."

- Tracey Lee

In the wake of a breakup or loss or aloneness, sometimes, far less often that before, that old familiar demon comes to call. The Lonely Monster, as I used to call it, is alive and well and telling me lies again.

My word for 2017 is juicy. Juicy as in ripe, succulent, sensational, fascinating, ready, delicious. I am turning 50 at the beginning of the year, and I am ready for my juiciest year yet!

These simple red berries remind me of the abundance in the Universe. Abundance that is available to everyone.

Overcome with sadness, shock and more than a little bit of horror. This election has shaken me, shaken those I love, shaken our country, and the world we live in. I am watching many beautiful souls who believe so passionately in Love and Light, as I do, slip into hate and fear. We simply cannot afford to allow this.

So when Taylor suggested I move closer to him, when the boys and their gorgeous girlfriends helped me find a new home, drew out diagrams of where my furniture might go in my new house, agreed to meet the utility folks to turn on the gas, picked up my keys, agreed to help with the garage sale, took off work to help me move – I felt like I won a 10-foot-tall Mommy Trophy.

It is through fully loving my inner children that I could finally come to fully love myself. The little one who is confused about why the grown-ups keep going away. The middle one who just wants to know what she needs to do so you will love her. And the teenager who pretends not to need anyone because she has it all way under control, who in truth desperately just wants to be seen and loved. My beautiful precious inner children.

Compassion is the flowering of love. Go beyond yourself, leave your own life aside, this is not about you. Step into the world of the other. Be curious? – what’s it like to be them? Do you know their pain, their passion, their hope, their fear? Have you walked in their shoes, is their life equal to yours?