Another thing that I’d done on my walk yesterday involved standing under a Maple tree trying to catch a little of the sap (dripping from a cut branch) on my tongue. I love doing this and had wished that Jack could try some too. This was at about 8:30 a.m. Back home, I began to… Continue reading In the flow….
On my walk this morning, as I pondered a dream I’d had last night, I realized that I was protecting my time…my life…too much. For a number of years, I’ve had a fear of being too involved, too scheduled, too busy, so I’ve backed away when I felt overwhelmed. But in my dream, I… Continue reading A month of saying YES
Thanksgiving is a few days away, and for many of us this can be a time of intense emotions and feelings: happiness, anxiety, joy, sadness, contentment, loneliness, inner peace, anger and resentment, compassion, disappointment, belonging, rejection, anticipation…and at least for me, the “negative” emotions are doubly charged because I don’t think that I should be… Continue reading Ahhh…grist for the mill of awakening
I used to believe that I was the glue that held things together…. especially when it came to relationships. If I hadn’t contacted someone in what I thought was a reasonable length of time, I would feel guilty and immediately take action in the form of a phone call, email (once upon a time this… Continue reading I’ve come unglued…finally!
When I was a young girl, I had an argument with my parents that led to me storming into my bedroom, picking up a clock radio, and smashing it against the wall while screaming, “You’ll never hurt me again!” What had they done? What had I done? I can’t answer either of these questions… Continue reading vulnerable…and loving
We listed our home for sale last week*. When the idea first came to me, it seemed frightening. The thought, “How can we sell our home when we don’t have another to move to?” screamed in my head, almost commanding me to back down. But it was followed by a deeper voice that said, “You… Continue reading allowing ourselves to float
For a number of years, I had wanted to go to the Ralph Waldo Emerson House. I’d imagined myself walking on the same wooden floors, looking out the same windows, and touching the same walls, as this great man did so many years ago. I fantasied that some of his inspired thought might rub off… Continue reading don’t condemn the means