Author name: Amanda Johnson

A historic election, the results reverberating through the airwaves…and our souls. The anxiety on the planet is palpable. It woke me up hours before dawn the morning of the election, begging me to get to my meditation pillow and do my part to hold the intention for unity and love. As I sat quietly in

“Babe, can I share one of our old favorite songs, tuned to a higher frequency?” “Sure,” I smiled and sat back on the soft couch in the dimly lit living room, wondering which song he was going to play. The first few seconds of the song transported me to December 2012… I was 85-minutes wrung

“You know, Amanda,” she paused, as she took another moment to look at the ever-changing landscape. “He knew when to buy, when to sell, and…he knew when to die too.” She said it so matter-of-factly that I burst into laughter, gripping the steering wheel to maintain control of the car. “Why are you laughing? I’m

“I feel like I’ve been set free!” she exclaimed only two days after I became her primary caregiver. I smiled, grateful for the affirmation that The Wind had guided us here. For the next two weeks, my family watched in amazement at what unfolded. She began walking straighter and faster, and ‘retired the walker’ she’s

It was the first Write Side Down Day of 2015, and I’d just finished setting up the room. I opened my Facebook app and posted about my excitement to reconnect with my amazing clients, smiling at all of the “What’s your resolution/intention for this year?” hype before exiting. I have no idea what my intention is

One of my favorite times of day. The sun is only beginning to kiss the sky. And it’s so still, I can hear myself breathe, as I tiptoe to my quiet space. Kneeling on my prayer blanket, I start my day. Just me, my Soul, and The Wind. As I prepare myself for a day

The first leg of my journey home from a life-changing retreat from Costa Rica… 3 hours in line, and just enough time to board and relax on a flight into Miami. 3.5 hours later, I was feeling grateful for a safe landing, but after waiting 45 minutes on the tarmac for our gate to become

The flight was chalk-full of turbulence – bumping and knocking us around for at least an hour somewhere over Missouri and Texas – but his voice was calm and assuring over the intercom. “Ladies and Gentlemen, it’s gonna be bumpy for a while. Please stay in your seats, and keep your seatbelts on, but don’t

“Welcome,” he started with a sincere smile. “We are REALLY excited that you’re here…” I continued to listen to his words as he shared his story and his intentions for our time together at this first of three LIVE trainings, but after years of hard lessons in listening to my gut, I was paying attention

I’ve been joking that “I’m so upside-down,” tying up personal and professional loose ends and getting ready for this trip ‘to take my life to the next level,’ “I just need to make sure I don’t forget my undies.” But as I’m packing this morning…. For my first journey flying alone, to a foreign country,