There is a thicket of history and habit and self story thorny and tangled choked and dense it pulls at my clothes, catches and nicks my skin as I work my way through, slow work, salty and stinging But I am clearing, I am. my mind tries to attach a picture, of a garden… Read More
This is how complex grief plays out, 10 years later: a 9 hour drive, 400 miles 2 strangers in pick up trucks: 1 angel in carharts wielding a tape measure, 1 blue eyed artist wielding a tape measure perhaps one last time before a move to cambodia a 5 x 10 plot of land purchased, somewhere… Read More
All I know is this: even if I could only fly badly, awkwardly, ungracefully and with supreme effort even if I looked totally ridiculous if I could fly at all, I would be flying all the time. huh. Share This:
a·tone·ment n. 1. Amends or reparation made for an injury or wrong; expiation. (via thefreedictionary.com) This word may lead to obvious things that may pull at the sleeves of our attention: hurt we’ve caused others, or fear we might have…. things that call out loudly or softly for making amends. But what of the hurt… Read More
I am revisiting the idea of surrender. I remember seeing an Oprah’s Super Soul Sunday with Iyanla Vansant, where Iyanla talked of surrender, and as she did so, she threw her arms wide open, her heart open, and raised her face upwards as if to fully receive … and it was a powerful moment for me,… Read More
Meditation is a form of dropping down, or away, from the roaring brainnoise. Yoga, for me, is sometimes this kind of meditation. So is walking or hiking. Swinging, singing, bouncing, dancing…. all bring me to edges of this place, but often my own self consciousness keeps me tethered. I never considered different forms of journeying… Read More
so here’s what they don’t tell you… at that junction, when you can choose to move ahead into the unknown territories, the challenges, the abyss, the revelation, the transformation… you can just as easily choose to head back to known, filled with the belief that somehow you can wait it out, and the call will… Read More
even when we’ve picked up our pieces, gathered them, glued them back together even when we’ve moved on in so many ways even when we’ve breathed in deeply for the first time, or the hundredth without a catch there is a moment or moments or moment after moment after moment when we realize that we have… Read More
because my journey is my truth, and my truth is asking to be shared: I am reposting this here–from last week, from my other blog. *** Driving up north on Route 3 is a slow rewind through spring. Back to buds and near bare branches back to just the gentlest haze of color on the… Read More
there is a quiet process of transformation. first, discomfort. a feeling of being a bit (or maybe more than a bit) lost. then, dawning realization that there is something more, something undone that needs doing, something unspoken, something that needs to be offered, laid bare. then fear– what happens if …? what happens when….? who… Read More
