Spirits visit me in my dreams. They bring me messages. They always have. Even at a young age I was fascinated by dreams and recognized their significance. It has taken me 41 years to get to a place where I trust the messages I receive in my dreams. Not all dreams are messages, but when…
Today is the full Wolf Moon. The moon is furthest from the earth at this moment, roughly 254,000 miles. A micro-moon. I find myself more interested in how near the moon is to the earth and less infatuated with the lunar light cycle. Not that I believe one is more meaningful than the other, but…
"Faith comes to me so often in musical moments and musical images. For me there is a constant crescendo and diminuendo. One moment faith is LOUD and the next is soft. One moment it is a whisper, the next it is a shout. Which is more powerful, the whisper or the shout? It is like…
I obsess over songs. I will find a song that moves something in me and listen to it over and over and over again. The repetitive listening stops when I get to the other side of whatever I'm experiencing. Spiritual and emotional growth is easier when set to music. Don't you think? The song of…
I'm skating around writer's block at the moment. A bounty of creative energy swirls around in my brain and body, but I haven't formed it into any coherent work...yet. I preface with this so that you have context for the coming paragraphs and their potential meandering. I'll start with a question. How do I dismiss…
I come from a long line of women who made it a point to get in circle with other women. Grandmothers and great grandmothers and great-great grandmothers, all seeking connection and community with their sisters. At my own sister's funeral, my mother's women showed up for her. Women that she hadn't circled with for years…
let me be an evening primroselet me turn my pink face upward in delight of morning sunlet me open wide a thousand supple legsgenerous in magiclet me spread them freely across the musky meadowsand let my yellow laughter inspire the clouds let me adore the caress of radiant butterfly wingslet me shiver under the sweet…
"I want you to go forth into the world with this new information. And I want you to transform the people around you with your joy and vulnerability. I want you to let grief wash over you so that you may be reborn over and over again. I want you to build the canoe to…
Dad, There is no good way to start a letter to your dead father. I could say that I miss you. I think of you ever day. I wish you were here. But those truths are so obvious they border on mundane. They are truths that apply to many people and places and moments now…
See this lovely photo of my kids doing a little activity in their PJs? They're so engaged. So focused. So happy. I look like a super mom! I felt like super mom! Let me put this in context for you though. Immediately after this my daughter refused to get dressed and brush teeth, yelled at…
Artful Words to Inspire Everyday Living
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