
Belonging
Creeping through the hallways of my dreams What is true? What is the mind, spinning half awake half asleep half truths? Even in the walking,
Creeping through the hallways of my dreams What is true? What is the mind, spinning half awake half asleep half truths? Even in the walking,
For the last few years on my blog, I have only posted on Mondays. Posting on the same day of the week of course provides
The blank page is like the blank morning sky at 5:30 and 6:10 and 6:30. A canvas I have seen infinite times before and yet never
This past weekend, I had the opportunity to attend the Wisdom 2.0 conference in San Francisco, California. This conference is rapidly becoming one of my
I have a confession to make. Last week, here on my blog, I published a poem I had written called “Dreams and Hail.” I had
Sometimes words visit me in the middle of the night, flashes of poetry and song. And I feel like a dreamcatcher, a witness of stories
It is 10:05 pm on Wednesday night. Within these four walls, my children sleep. I write and dream and read and eat chocolate chip cookies,
Why have I been silent all of these years? A quiet, sterile surface, afraid of not having answers, afraid of my own ignorance and privilege,
“Have I made enough progress? ” she asked, electric anxiety coursing through her words, and a certain familiar tremble in her voice. What is the
I wish all of you could see me as I try to write this post. Let me do my best to paint a picture for
As 2016 winds down, I am amazed at how quickly another year has flown by. The quote that comes to my mind is this one:
I remember being a very sensitive child growing up. I was always attuned to the emotional state of others, aware of energetic shifts and the
I believe in the power of setting intentions. These days, I find that when I open my eyes, I feel quickly overwhelmed. I think about
As someone who has always loved to read and write, I have always believed in the immense power of words. Words create beauty, evoke feeling,
To be honest, in light of last’s week’s election, I felt a great deal of pressure to say something about the outcome. To be even
This is a brief life. Our time here doesn’t last forever, although lately, I find myself acting as if it will. Sometimes, we get caught
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
“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,