As I fumble around trying to find my stride mid-life, I am beginning to remember with awe and respect that leisurely automatic setting my life once had. How I used to take time like it was abundant, and how that time gave way to imagination and curiosity and restoration of the soul.
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 is like an explored room inside of us. This room comes standard within all of us. We are usually accepted for, if not encouraged to, explore our creative rooms when we are children. But then we stop visiting it and remove ourselves from the creative space. But we can reclaim these rooms within us.
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 …
“You are very creative,” my teachers, my friends, my extended family members used to say to me as a very young girl. It was one of my first official labels. …
I am a divider. Not on purpose, and not because I want to break people apart. It’s just the opposite. My sovereign purpose is to inspire undivided lives. In spite …
In the past week, I forged back out into the world. I saw people in person. I attended small gatherings. I left the cocoon of my home for extended periods. …
