I found myself telling someone recently, “ I just don’t know where I belong.” And she replied, “ You belong everywhere and to everything.” And in that moment, that old story of “ I’m different” came right to the surface. I smiled b/c I know this. I know this. I…

“Grief is praise of those we have lost. Our own souls who have loved and are now heartbroken would turn to stone and hate us if we did not show such praise when we lose whom we love. A nonfake grieving is how we praise the dead, by praising that…

In the Spring of 2007, just weeks before the end of the school year, I quit. I walked out the doors and I never looked back. Only in my dreams would the conversations play out. Only in my dreams would I see the cast of characters. Only in my dreams…

When I was not really paying attention to my life, the seasons just flew by. I was not tuned in enough to feel into what was happening around me. I did not know that each season had it’s own unique set of qualities that were effecting my emotional and physical…

May we feel the feelings that arise and allow them to move through our bodies and our lives. May our lifestyle choices fuel and strengthen our relationships and connections. May our stories and experiences enrich our days and deepen our presence. May we bring our whole heart to our whole…

Do I feel restless b/c of you? I want to shed my skin, feeling the pulses of Spring move towards us and yet… it’s cold. I’m here. Stuck? Holding? Scared? This is when they said you would be different. Do I question my being and purpose and life b/c having you changed me? YOU gave me the…

Note to self in a noisy world. Last week I was on the treadmill at my favorite fitness class. This is where I go to think and breathe and relax. I spend a few minutes here most days, I don’t go all in or try to push myself to the…

A few weeks ago, I was laying in bed and my old friend “ NOT ENOUGH” decided to come for a visit. She wandered into my bed and started filling my head with all sorts of stories about how nothing I do is worth value, how I’m not really helping…

My son needs me. A lot. More than I think I ever realized. Like most children, our time with him has been up and down. His emotions are still quite big. We ask, Is this normal? I don’t even know how to define that anymore. And then, the truth comes…