How are you going to be in 2017? Not what will you do or what will you have. How will you be? Most New Year’s resolutions are about what we will do. “I will start doing thirty minutes of exercise three times a week. I will eat less and move more.” Money, […]
Fake Wakes is a business I’ve considered starting. Its mission: To encourage telling friends and family how much they mean to us while they are alive. Company Motto: Tell them now. Too many of us save up all the best comments about loved ones to finally deliver at their funerals. It makes me wonder, “Is
Golden Shadows are gifts and talents that we have not fully owned. An easy way to discover your Golden Shadow is to ask yourself this question: Which reoccurring complements do I often push away with my words? Examples: Complement: You’re so creative. Response: No, I really am not. Compliment: You’re a great organizer.
I am a 72-year-old human doing. Most days find me doing a lot. Now I’m content to sit here in our family room, last night’s circle still present. Fragrances of sage, and sweet grass connect me to remarkable truths each women shared. As each lit her candle, she took a moment to silently offer a
Raggedy times, like we are living in now, hold potential. I didn’t always feel this way. I trust times like these more than repressed times when our cultural wounds are plastered over with denial. Breaking open is what happens in a healing process. It’s the same in our individual lives as in our cultural lives.
A peach tree grows in my childhood. Her leaves, like a thousand green tongues, swallow me. Smooth silvery bark ripples like skin over her limbs. Her branches perfectly spaced so that my little girl legs step on one and then another. I settle into my spot. Thick strong arms reach around me. I am held.
A great mystery lives within us. It sits with us as we flip from channel to channel. It watches as we scoop ice cream from the freezer. It stares as we pour another glass of wine. It leans against the sink as we brush our teeth, waiting and wondering—when will we notice? (From Unfolding.) What
Red-winged blackbirds fly from branch to feeder. Chickadees and sparrows take off as pushy grackles land. Bulejays claw at the air as they struggle to find their place. It’s impossible to pass through our kitchen without watching the birdfeeders. Minutes go by unnoticed as I observe birds and the occasional squirrel. Slowing down lets me notice
As a new therapist I drove my clinical supervisors crazy. My clients told me about their struggles. I responded with a view of their potential. I was quick to tell them how this situation would make them stronger. My supervisors called this “a flight to health.” They told me what I was saying about my
Perched on Yavapai tribal land we’re up top Prescott, Arizona. Don and I are hostages to a winter storm. Not in a teepee, in a resort. It could be much worse. Yavapai means “people of the sun.” The tribe boasts the first female chief in North America. Viola Jimulla was Chief of the Prescott tribe
