after a day of rain, there was the bluest sky today and clouds that looked like elephants I remembered why I like looking up, the dazzle of it, the feeling of such immensity and such tininess all in the same heart beat like falling up, and tipping over, as if it is all holding still… Read More
there is an ebb and flow to my creative process a frenzy of ideas and either a frenzy of action or a time of doubt it does not matter how many times I ride this ride, it always surprises me when doubt kicks in with its big censoring eraser, its rolling eyes and sighing exasperation.… Read More
I asked my guide for help with a sheepish expression, and a feeling like defeat he said, why do you ask me like this? go out and come back in again, and ask me this time with pride… you are, after all, asking for what you need, and that takes bravery. Share This:
lying on the ground with my daughter, looking up at a sky of clouds a bird, way high, almost invisible, riding currents of air I cannot see it was only a minute or two, but so grounding and then a photo from saturn, a tiny speck of earth beneath the rings so tiny if you… Read More
sometimes messages have to repeated a bazillion times, before one day, just because the moon is just the right phase, suddenly, I *hear* it. My sister was talking to me about fighting the flow of things, and how we spend so much energy fighting fighting fighting and when sometimes, if we zoom back and get… Read More
day 2 of my new experience of allowing, ALLOWING, myself to feel what I am feeling even when what I am feeling is not-so-fun. I am horrible at this. Much better at avoidance….But. But it got me down into my truth pretty quickly, and that, however humbling, is at least something I can live with.… Read More
sometimes I feel a little more cracked open, a little more permeable, a little less contained today was like that I usually think of it as negative, and try to stuff myself back into something that feels less vulnerable as quickly as I can, but today, instead, I sat there with my cracked openness, let… Read More
I cannot imagine the immense burden of such a public grief but I also remember how it felt to walk through the world, totally shattered in a way that was totally invisible. it was my private secret. and that, I can tell you, was its own type of burden. I am thinking now of how it… Read More
I have this fantasy life in which I have time to write. I have time enough to write through the bullshit and be able to get down to the truth of the moment. In my real life, I have time to write– but I have time to write what arrives, as is, just like that.… Read More
some days I feel as if I have it somewhat together, or feel it is coming more together than apart. I am living (first typed “loving”) from a place of awareness, increased peace, increased congruence. then there are days like this, when right out of the gate, it became apparent that this was going to… Read More
