Dec 2, 2015
This post is a bit long, but I think you’ll agree it’s well worth reading. (More replies will follow on another day.) This first reply from a reader is a beautiful example of what I mean by living life wide open, and being available. But, and to me this makes it even...
Dec 13, 2015
Here are some random quotes from Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Ph.D, author of Women Who Run With the Wolves, among other books. Enjoy. “If you have never been called a defiant, incorrigible, impossible woman… have faith… there is yet time…” “Some people mistake...
Jan 9, 2016
Sometimes I feel that I’m right on the verge of “getting my shit together.” I can just about touch some kind of shift to a different level of perception, some kind of expansion — but I can’t quite see what it is. Then a friend dies, and my knee is stiff and cranky,...
Jan 30, 2016
3 days a week I work at a computer and wait on customers — it’s my volunteer job at the State Park where I live in the winter. I love it. But the configuration of chair, computer, and counter is awkward, and my body suffers. So I have a new regimen. I set the...
Feb 10, 2016
To the best of your ability, don’t do anything grudgingly. If you’re going to do something, do it gladly. Because, why not? If you’re going to do it anyway, do it with generosity of spirit. Do it with joyful acceptance. Do it with curiosity. To the best of your...
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 19, 2016
Someone said, “I feel unloved.” The feeling of being unloved arises from the truth. There are so many who didn’t love us — a parent, a relative, a teacher, a minister, a neighbor, a school mate, a stranger. And truth be told, there are many who don’t love us even...
Apr 22, 2016
Someone (I don’t know who) said this: “I’ve found that teaching my children to ask the following four questions has helped them navigate conflict and come out the other side more self-aware: 1. What was my role in creating this conflict? 2. Does the way I’ve...
May 4, 2016
Jun 6, 2016
I had a rough couple of months, and I lost my balance. Nothing terrible happened, just a series of troubling things. A wise friend reminded me that I knew something about gratitude. She was right. So I returned to my practice of gratitude getting in the car. Remember...