Dear me, Love me

Last week, I participated in a beautiful yoga class that involved reflecting on the cycle of life, from birth to aging to death.  From imagining our very first breath, to our very last.  Soon after the yoga class, I had a moment of wanting to write a letter to myself, from an older, wiser version

Practicing Love

“If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.” (Mother Teresa) We belong to each other indeed, and yet in the chaos and rush of daily life, we often speed by one another–even those we love–without truly noticing our connection. Over the past several months, I have

Vulnerability Itself

This week I had set out to write a post about vulnerability.  But I realized that it was difficult to write about vulnerability…almost as if the writing about it, put a box itself around the idea.  Vulnerability in a way is a felt experience, one that must be lived to be known. As I messed

Wide Open Spaces

The other day, a well meaning individual said to me, “I don’t know how you do it all.  I know you are really busy.  Why don’t you let me know when you are free, and we can meet according to your schedule?” I mean, I do a lot of rushing around from here to there,