Making a Mess
I’ve always tended towards messiness. There was a brief period, just after entering into motherhood, during which I tried to control the tides of chaos by becoming just a bit manic, but it didn’t last long. I easily reverted back into surrender to the disorder of my life. I have yet to become, in any…
Conditions of Creativity
Sitting Still
Dearest Friend, Today… a little poem for you. To say hello. It’s time to begin… again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sitting Still I sat still and allowed the chrysalis to form around me. As the clock counted down, everything liquefied. All thought and form became intangible. They were lost to me. I sat still…
Growing Wings
The Big Game
Please excuse this interruption to your regularly scheduled programming. (Don’t worry. Today’s post is short and sweet to get you back to your big screen and crunchy snacks.) A certain game might be front of mind for you today, but I’m talking about the REAL game… called LIFE. (Not the board game, either.) No balls,…
The Art of Change
Does it hurt when a snake sheds its skin? Or when a caterpillar liquefies to transform into a butterfly? I wonder. Because my life has felt like a consistent shedding, liquefying and re-forming. Usually there is a marked improvement (ooooh – pretty wings!) but sometimes not (eeew – from vibrant green to muddy brown). The…
A Curious Case of Writer’s Block
I’ve never had writer’s block. In fact, I categorized it with the many things I don’t believe in at all (e.g. Easter bunny, moon landing, terrible two’s, etc…). Two months ago I made a public declaration (as a requirement for the upcoming completion of my Master’s degree in Spiritual Psychology) that I would (FINALLY!) complete…
Love Rules
My honey and I just celebrated our first anniversary. It took a full week and involved food that nearly made me cry, oversized martini glasses, and sunset views of Puget Sound. For most of my life I’ve been terrible at romantic relationships. I was the poster child for poor decisions, poor timing and poor…
Redefining Failure
My high school physics teacher was hot. He was young, handsome, brilliant and charming. The girls swooned, the guys admired. I’m not sure he could have gotten away with failing us all otherwise. We were the academic elite. The brainiacs, who were on our way to Ivy Leagues, and distinguished careers in…
Shocks and Resets
Just a few days ago, I went from the surprising heat wave in the Pacific Northwest to the surprising raininess of central New Jersey. It effectively shocked me into summer. I’ve been able to slow down, relish the extra time with my loved ones, and be nourished by all the goodies this season brings. I…