Today I went on a little hike paddle adventure in Northwest River Park. I have dreams of taking on bigger hiking/camping trips, but joining a local hiking group is a good next step for me. It stretches my capacity for being vulnerable and requires that I show up on my own to a new place... Continue Reading →
Yesterday I went on another introvert outing by way of The Nature Bus, a local business that creates nature adventures. You might be wondering what about a bus full of people supports an introvert outing? Here’s the thing about introverts, it’s not that we don’t enjoy people, it’s that we spend energy being with and... Continue Reading →
Paying attention to the little joys in the tiniest of moments…
Here Comes the Blossoming. Today I stretched myself a bit. I tried out a silent bookclub sponsored by a little local independent bookstore, Read Books, housed in MOCA (Museum of Contemporary Art). I’d read about the concept some time ago and was intrigued by this introvert-style approach to shared reading, so when I saw there... Continue Reading →
Beyond everything else, I believe the quality of our connections to other humans is the thing that will both enrich and sustain us. Leaving our comfortable and sometimes ectoplasm covered space to travel and connect can be just the shift we need in perspective as we heal and grow. Two years ago, I went on... Continue Reading →
Healing doesn’t happen all at once, nor does growth or revealing all of your light. It takes a village of helpers, a cocoon of companions, a multitude of choices and, quite likely, the length of a life. This doesn’t translate into a lifetime of sorrow or somber attitude. Rather, it creates dazzling depths, moments of... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
Internal Luminosity 