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For the most part, I have always considered it a good thing to “hustle.” The very word conjures up images of burning the midnight lamp,
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Soaring
We could wait for a thousand days and nights, a lifetime really, to be given the green light. The sign that we are good enough
The Power of Small
I recently took a six week mindfulness course with the wonderful Cayce Howe. He started and ended the course with two pearls of wisdom that
The Love Of A Child
Last week, I returned home from work to find my kids excitedly scurrying around the kitchen. On the counter lay cupcakes in a flower pattern,
The Big 4-0: Twelve Things I (sort of) Know For Sure
With my birthday rapidly approaching, I set out to write a post about “What I Know For Sure” after forty revolutions around the sun. And
Living Slow, Thinking Fast
Today was a day of living slow yet thinking fast, all of which is to say that life unfolded only in my head with little
All The Questions
Sometimes when the loudness around us has settled into a quiet lull, let’s ask each other all the questions that pulse deep within. Like what
Now
Somewhere between dreaming big and living in small, ordinary moments, I am lost without a compass. There are fleeting thoughts of huts suspended over water
Landscape
The landscape of my body holds stories that will never be told, perhaps even words that I have never known– ancient dictionaries hidden in the
There Is Time
Within us echoes the quiet wail, “There is no time, There is no time.” Time is lost in the striving to fill empty spaces that
A True Story
There once was a true story of a middle aged woman (when did that happen?) who often didn’t know who she was. She wanted to
Magic
A life lived in poetry is 10:08 pm on Monday night with my journal and pen and a restless, racing mind over tired shoulders that
Monday Morning
Monday morning at 7:03 am. A layer of gray is settling across the heavy closed sky and threatening Monday rain. The water creeps into my
Waiting For Perfect
I am just sitting down in the early hours of Saturday morning with a cup of coffee and my journal. My plan is to meditate
Heartsong
Dear friends, I am sitting down in front of my laptop at 9:30 pm on Tuesday evening, writing you to say hello and let you
Anyways
Anyways, breathe. Breathe. Pausing here, as I write the words, to feel the oxygen filling me as if for the first time. Noticing. This is
Walking Each Other Home
We are on a late afternoon walk, my 10 year old daughter and I, on this Wednesday afternoon. School and work are done for the
Giving And Receiving
It is 2:46 am and I am sitting at my kitchen counter eating cold pizza. I awoke about 45 minutes ago, and the timer in