Self-esteem rides a roller coaster of praise. Self-worth is a birthright you hold simply by existing; no one can earn it for you or take it away. On this full moon we dug for it, into the holiest layers of our sacred ground.

Breathe in and out through your heart. Call up gratitude, and thank a past difficulty for what it taught you. Let the color of your self-compassion become your compass. Drop a golden grounding cord into the earth, then follow your heart's pull past forgotten desert ruins, old wise trees or a sea cave to a dig site under shimmering sand. Brush away society's conditioning with your breath, let old fears of scarcity sink into the earth, and blow off the gray dust of old self-judgments until your treasure appears.

At the start, a single D bowl rang out alone, a first for me. Later the bowls turned from G minor to G major, the key of gratitude.