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4:57 AM. I’m wide awake. Today I’m writing my blog. Waiting until the last minute is my typical pattern. Today is different. I search for answers and understanding. Our country’s racial wounds are on my mind as thousands take to the streets to protest. My heart is broken by all the pain I see. How
Would I have stopped and taken this picture months ago? I wonder. There is a deeper noticing happening in my life. Is it happening for you also? Are the birds singing more? Or am I more attentive to their songs? The whole planet is on pause. Well, except for essential workers. They are having a
There is a great healing afoot. Creative Spirit keeps bursting forth. Evidence of this is in my daily Facebook newsfeed. I see how she calls all of us forth. Either we are making things or are in awe of what’s shared, or both. Creativity feeds us. This is especially true in disruptive times. In my
Don and I pack up today and return home. We gave ourselves a month of rest in Florida. It was just what we needed. I plan days of Yoga classes, salsa dancing, painting and writing. My busy agenda gives way to different rhythms. We have Yoga two mornings, Salsa dancing once. I paint very little.
What is the most daring thing you have ever done? Your first answer might be a feat of physical danger. But there is something more daring than bungee jumping or skydiving. Something more courageous than climbing up the side of Mount Kilimanjaro. The most daring thing we will ever do is to be fully authentically
Our family members celebrate both Christmas and Hanukkah. This year the dates overlap. I decide it will be touching to offer mealtime prayers from each tradition. Then a voice inside of me says, “And you can offer one too.” I find great value in the traditions of Christianity and Judaism. They are not however my
Christmas catalogs cram into our mailbox their colorful pages invite me to join the “season of sharing to dazzle and delight others.” Do you love glancing through catalogs with all their enticing gifts? I am beguiled by this or that but in truth my heart cries out for gifts that offer something more. Don’t get
I am conflicted. I want to journal. I don’t want to journal. I pick up one of my old journals and read pages that inspire me. My words are vulnerable, raw and tender. Journals are an invitation for intimate self-reflection. It’s a place to explore who we are and who we are becoming. The part
I am a nest keeper. Holding circles for women is what I do every month and have for almost two decades. The first circle formed nineteen years ago, and the fifth circle began just about a year ago. As keeper of the nest, I observe how we take care of ourselves and how we care
Heartbreak is the terrain I’ve traveled. My work as a therapist and guide to women’s growth means being present to hurts that visit every life. Still, as I listen the strengths of the speaker shines through her words. I see their unbreakable strength. My message is to slow down and connect with their souls. Souls
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