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I don’t write about my medical woes history much. In fact, I don’t think about it very often, these days, except to marvel at the fact that I’m here at all. Facts are facts, though, and the truth is...
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Everything can be fixed. It’s true. That’s not the problem. The problem, you see, is that we think we are broken. We are told, sometimes from the earliest of our days, that we are too – too much...
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When the going gets tough, the tough get going, or so I heard – over and over – when I was young. And so I did exactly that. For decades. I went to work, and worked hard at work and in doing so,...
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It was that time again. She knew it. Things were shifting, and she could feel it. While all she wanted to do was maintain the status quo, to keep everything just as it was, to be normal – whatever...
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Tell me about the river, she asks, and I wonder – does she want me to spell out the ways in which life is like a river? Is she hungry for metaphor? Does she seek confirmation that yes, life sometimes...
View Articlethey
They knew. Never mind that they were hundreds of miles away geographically and much, much further than that on a psychic level. Never mind that even when you lived under the same tar paper shingled...
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Protect Your Magic the problem is you think you are not magic. from any distance you appears as all things stunning do; they force us to forfeit all we knew before. you are exploding stars and...
View ArticleBlue
“It’s in the act of making things and doing our work that we figure out who we are.” ~ Austin Kleon (Steal like an Artist) She saw, in a magazine, a figure in an evening gown, paddle boarding....
View Articlevow
I am devoted to love, in all its many forms. To finding a way, each day to come home to myself, to honor the child within me who fought so hard to stay on this earth, to allow her to play and to...
View ArticleLuna
The usual three a.m. waking happened today, though this morning after taking care of the immediate urge, I noticed the palest light coming in the windows behind the sleek modern tub and opened the...
View Articlefencing
Good fences make good neighbors, or so they say. It’s a fine line, though, isn’t it, the creation and maintenance of a visible boundary and yet allowing for the relationship? And if you think about...
View ArticleEase
This day. It holds so much potential, so much room for grace and ease. It began in the early morning light, wisps of clouds illuminated from behind, it seemed, bringing in the cooler air, clearing...
View Articlelive
I have to push myself sometimes. I have to remember that I am living in 2015, in a fairly privileged and extremely sheltered way in some regards. I have to remember that I am in a fully grown body,...
View Articleclarity
You asked and I finally answered. Thanks for your patience. While most of the work I do comes to me through recommendations and referrals, it’s time to be clear about the ways we can work...
View Articlehomecoming
I’m home. After driving more than 1200 miles and sleeping in six beds in nine days, across eight states, I am home. This trip was different than most – I drove rather than flying, I went back to a...
View ArticleCape
Coming home is the arc of the bridge, the struts making shadows on the water’s edge. The waves shyly showing their tips now and then, gulls screeing for all that lives below. Coming home is the piney...
View ArticleSawubona
I’ve just returned from a trip – one I knew would be a big one. How big, however, I had no idea. In just under a month, South Africa won my heart – the land, the sky, the creatures and the...
View ArticleMirror
The time will come when, with elation you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror, and each will smile at the other’s welcome and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again...
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Help is strangely, something we want to do without, as if the very idea disturbs and blurs the boundaries of our indidviual endeavors, as if we cannot face how much we need in order to go on. We are...
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Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves. ~ Henry David Thoreau I have spent so much of my life trying to find myself – and I’ve been in good company on that front. There’s an...
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