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Are You Swimming Upstream Or Following Your Bliss?

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Follow your bliss. The message zagged through my brain with the charge and sizzle of a lightning bolt. In one moment, my world reorganized. I had been slogging through some work I wasn’t well suited for, feeling miserable and wondering how…
My mother's passing

My Teachers, The Trees

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I do not believe that I could be here, on earth if there were not beauty; if aspects of life were not like a cathedral with the feeling of some kind of beauty, love, truth or perhaps even god. I could not be here if I thought that what was here is all that is possible. I need to know that there is more.
My mother's passing

Learning to Love All of Me

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For me, healing has often involved sending love from the current now reality back to aspects of myself in the past that had suffered. We do grow. Our lives do change. We do have different chapters.
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A Message of Joy

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Last night I was reading about joy. About increasing the joy in my life. And thinking about how I live, how I push, when I feel joyful, how I often put work in front of enjoyment. I had a dream, where my old friend Jim came to remind me about…
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Twin Seed

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It was as if a light shone upon the passage between my younger self, and the self I am today. The other day I met a young man, the son of a friend. He was open. We talked. About his struggles. His desires. His journey.  How he could address…
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Please Forgive Me. Thank You.

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As time seems to quicken, and our experiences intensify, and as I’ve personally experienced more loss and death in my life, I find myself seeking more peace. As I let go of more of the external – outcomes and things – I find myself needing…
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The Pain of an Opening Heart

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It hurts for our hearts to open. Like when the blood has been cut off from a limb and begins to flow back in, it pricks and tingles, the intensity worsening as the oxygen-rich blood rushes in to feed the cells and nerves. The cells and nerves…
My Blessings for the New Year

My Sense of Home

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My much-loved husband nearly died three weeks ago. When I imagine my life without him, I realize that there is no place to go, nothing to do that could feel okay. I feel homeless, lost and adrift. What is home, but a tender heart we connect…
My mother's passing

My Mother’s Passing

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My mother died July 22nd after a yearlong battle fighting a rare and deadly cancer, mucosal melanoma. It was the day before my birthday and I wasn’t there. Perhaps she picked that day to spare me her death occurring on my birthday. We had…