Your Survival is a Gift. Will You Open It?
Someone close to me is going through a break-up right now. As we were visiting the other day, I offered that while this was a time of breaking apart, it …
Someone close to me is going through a break-up right now. As we were visiting the other day, I offered that while this was a time of breaking apart, it …
Working hard is a standard directive issued from the American success psyche, particularly for those from an immigrant family. I was driven by this idea in my career for years, but I’ve begun to change. Working harder is no longer my de facto position for growth or fulfillment.
“This COVID thing,” “In COVID times,” “COVID life.” I listen to language carefully, cataloguing it. I’ve been listening lately for how people are characterizing these times of trauma, triumph, death, …
I write poetry to express something sanctioned syntax won’t convey. Here’s an example of something I have written recently, while pondering my natural instinct to give.
Creativity can be felt in the body. Not sure where? Think back to a time when your creative energy or ideas were belittled. What did that feel like? What did that experience reveal about how you value creativity?
I was recently asked how I set intentions. See, I don’t do resolutions.
The way I feel and see, resolutions are hard-edged, judgmental – likely to cause cuts and bruises.
I don’t need more of those, so I have another approach.
Intentions have an expansiveness to them, a soulfulness. I like them better, and I get to because there’s no right way to be a human.
I’m not sure where I first heard it, but here’s how this powerful little story goes. Two fish are swimming in the ocean when a crab skitters below them and …
Creative fatigue is part of the creative process. This is how I approach that uncomfortable moment now, after so many painful lessons in ignoring them instead.
Ever feel… like you’ve slid so routinely into a good habit or a practice that you need to change it to notice it again? It’s akin to the olfactory fail …
Nine months ago, my husband bought me a mountain bike for my birthday. Since then, we’ve spent more time than ever before on bike rides. On weekends we enjoy tooling …