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 …
“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 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 …
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 …
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 …
