by Cindy Falteich
- 5 min
Your Last Day Ever
Access the audio version here. Girls can really bond. They have this massive sensitivity to love which unfortunately comes with this colossal sensitivity to hurt. Take a girl and a horse. When two perfect companions find each other it’s a match made in heaven. Hours upon hours are spent literally in close contact in the saddle, even when preparation from the ground seems like a needy little child. The fact is, horses are labor intensive. They’re problematic. They eat a lot. T
by Cindy Falteich
- 5 min
Potential is Funny That Way
Access the audio version here. I’m amazed at how quickly my perspective can change. I walk the same path through the forest, day after day, and don’t recognize that familiarity dulls my delight—how the brown, barren landscape that has recently failed to catch my eye, holds the potential to rock my world. Then, when I least expect it, a simple dusting of snow and a lack of clouds suddenly turn an ordinary scene into a vibrant performance. On the way down the path one day, my c
by Cindy Falteich
- 6 min
How Thoughts Become Friends
Maybe you don’t know this, but I’m sober. I made my decision to stop drinking without a public service announcement, bells, whistles or fanfare. I was simply forced to make a difficult decision and I did. Since then, I’ve realized that alcoholism is only one addiction that requires a difficult decision. Replacing “alcohol” with gambling, narcotics or sex seems intuitive but replace “alcohol” with any number of phobias, fears or anxieties, and suddenly reducing any dysfunction
by Cindy Falteich
- 3 min
Reflecting on the Now
This article also appeared as a guest blog at Dragon Intuitive online. It’s overcast so I intend to speed past, believing that without the sun, nothing will shine. But I’m wrong— admittedly. I stare into the still water, opaque darkness obliterating what I might see beyond the surface. As I watch, wondering why I was called to the edge, the messy, majestic forest that lines the opposite shore like a crowded cityscape, points to its reflection, a perfect replica of what I beli
