What Kind of Work Do You Do?
Analysis and explanation have their place, but they should never be substituted for singing the songs, dancing to the music, writing the poems, reading the stories, and celebrating the Divine. In other words, don’t mistake mind work for soul work.
What’s In Your Head?
I am here in Maine, where I spent the first eighteen years of my life. This second stint has already lasted 19 years, and I still don’t have a place on the water. How many times did I ask my…
Boundaries and A Bill of Rights
Boundaries and Relationships by Charles L. Whitfield, M.D., scared me. It’s not an imposing book (there are only about 250 pages); there are no freaky graphics, and the writing style is rather straightforward. I’ve owned a copy or two since February,…
Worth the Work
This morning, I wrote in my journal about how I still get surprised when I cross a new threshold of healing: There’s been so much already—I’m not done yet!?!?! But it’s true, and I imagine that it will long be…
If You’re Truly Listening
Back in June, my body told me that I don’t trust it, and that did something to me: stopped me in my tracks and made me realize that I’ve never trusted my body. Then again, why would I? It’s not…
We Create Our Lives with the Words We Use to Live It
We each have a Story that defines our life, whether we realize it or not. We measure ourselves, our dreams, our accomplishments, events, people, ideas, and just about everything else with these Stories. At a certain level, doing so keeps…
An Unleashed Life
My husband refers to life prior to the Plandemic of 2020 as “The Before Times.” I think of my own life as being split in a similar way, with the point of divergence being February 2022, when I began reading…
What We Carry
Kyle Reese dropping naked into a rubbish-strewn L.A. alley was an unexpected introduction to one of the biggest movies of 1984. I saw The Terminator about a year later, at a friend’s house, after it came out on VHS tape,…
Love is Not the Answer
Assuaging fear is, because we are all filled with it, even when—especially when—we tell ourselves that we’re afraid of nothing. In fact, the farther back in the closet we shove the fear, the more powerful it becomes, because it grows…
No Words or No Permission to Say Them?
Edward Hopper is credited with this: “If you could say it with words, there’d be no reason to paint.” I understand what he means, but I’d like to broaden it a bit, because the sentiment applies to writers and poets…
The Essence is the Goal
You tell your story over and over until you find the words and the listener that make everything click. Inspiration works that way, too. Over the years, artist Valda Bailey has provided lots of it, so it should be no…
One Line Leads to This
Well, the post in my email inbox was only one line long and it intrigued me: “I really don’t like cagey people.” Celia Farber wrote it, and I had a feeling I knew exactly what she was talking about, so…
