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
Home. In the space between that word and these, maybe images came up, maybe memories, maybe expectations, maybe longing, maybe sadness, maybe joy, maybe love, maybe heartbreak, maybe hope…. I have made home in a small cabin, in a beautiful open house, in a cow barn, in a maple tree. I have made home in… Read More
If you’re like me, there’s a tendency to pack more in. More things, more activities, more obligations, more things on the to do list, more things stacking up, piling up, more more more more more More wants, more shoulds….. A recent near miss with an injury that could have been an INJURY made me realize… Read More
Here I am, listening to Miles Davis, trying to suss out a tangle of notes from a client project… If you were to look from the outside, you’d see me hunched (horribly) over my keyboard, tea gone cold in my mug, my brain following paths looking for the ease that indicates the ah ha that… Read More
