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What If?
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
Sunrise
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
Magnitude of Love
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
Made Up Rules
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
Dreams And Hail
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
Noticing Time
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,
The Weight of Silence
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,
Progress
“Have I made enough progress? ” she asked, electric anxiety coursing through her words, and a certain familiar tremble in her voice. What is the
Returning Home
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
The Years Are Short
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:
Staying Open
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
The Art of Intention Setting
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
The Power Of Words
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,
The Way Forward
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
In Front Of Our Very Eyes
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
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
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,