I’ve been deep in it since I woke up this morning—reading about grief, talking about it and writing about it. It’s a griefy time of year for me—turns out that’s true for a lot of people. What I’m learning about this whole body experience is soul soothing and a lot all at once. I was... Continue Reading →
Letting Go of the Struggle with My Struggle
I’ve been trying to let go of my struggle with the struggle. I know that I am far from alone as all this challenge and uncertainty drags on. Some more cognitive work around this is in the ponder pot. In the meantime, read on to the next post for my emotional take. Maybe it will... Continue Reading →
When Everything Starts To Go Dark Again
“Find your magic.” The message comes printed on holiday kitsch and illustrated on oracle cards shuffled and turned only when a certain sensation moves about your fingertips. But even the sparkle of the little joys you have, for so long, openly received and appreciated has gone hollow filled instead with an ache that pulses and... Continue Reading →
Autumn Begins…
This told itself to me last night as I was struggling with a missing sense of joy about the beginning of autumn for so many reasons. And then the first news story I heard this first day of autumn morn was about How we may well be turning a corner and be in a better... Continue Reading →
Both This and That
I buy outfits for dates I don’t even have prospects for—a little extra feminine, enhancing my eye color…revealing a curve—and imagine the excitement of feeling lovely in my skin as I dress to meet a man who makes things once in shadow seem manageable again . I watch myself with pride solving problems on my... Continue Reading →
Breaking Open to the Light
Being broken open isn’t the same as being broken. In fact, it may be the surest way to illuminate the vast universe that lies within. There is so much beneath the surface that we haven’t yet met, much less been intimate with. Healing waits to enter here with tenderness and patience, and there is so... Continue Reading →
Farewell, Clove
This is my sweet chicken Clove. She lived with me for over four years. Crazy for cheese was she and, when she came running across the yard, she always made me think of Chicken Little because she looked like the sky was falling down. She and her sisters were the reason I got out of... Continue Reading →
The Truth My Bones Know
It is the season of hot, white blooming things--honeysuckle, jasmine, gardenia… The light this time of year, the air and the scent that weighs heavily on the breeze transports me back across a lifespan of deep, sensual awareness. It carries me from hopeful innocence to the anxious stirrings of adolescence and into mid-life where I... Continue Reading →
