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As I enter into my 41st year, I felt a sudden desire to return here to my blog and write.  It has been awhile.  I have shared poems and...

As I write this, I am sitting on my bed, around 9:30 pm on Monday night, Labor Day.  The house is restless with all sorts of...

Dear friends, I wanted to share a few words that I had scribbled down in my journal last week.  I was traveling to San Francisco, and I...

When I first started my blog a couple of years ago, I wasn’t sure what was going to happen.  My initial vision was to share a few brief...

In today’s installment of what’s beautiful, I only first found what was broken, until I caught a fleeting glimpse of what laid...

“You awake? :)))” “Yes!” “Do you have the energy for me to unload some of my crazy on you? :)))” “Yes!” And so our text exchange began,...

In a different life, I took scalpel to skin, cut through fibrous layers of muscle and fascia to the very deepest core of our biology, ...

For the most part, I have always considered it a good thing to “hustle.”  The very word conjures up images of burning the midnight lamp,...

We could wait for a thousand days and nights, a lifetime really, to be given the green light. The sign that we are good enough to...

Last week, I returned home from work to find my kids excitedly scurrying around the kitchen.  On the counter lay cupcakes in a flower...

With my birthday rapidly approaching, I set out to write a post about “What I Know For Sure” after forty revolutions around the sun.  And...

Today was a day of living slow yet thinking fast, all of which is to say that life unfolded only in my head with little to no direct...

Sometimes when the loudness around us has settled into a quiet lull, let’s ask each other all the questions that pulse deep within....

Somewhere between dreaming big and living in small, ordinary moments, I am lost without a compass. There are fleeting thoughts of ...

The landscape of my body holds stories that will never be told, perhaps even words that I have never known– ancient dictionaries...

Within us echoes the quiet wail, “There is no time, There is no time.” Time is lost in the striving to fill empty spaces that can...

There once was a true story of a middle aged woman (when did that happen?) who often didn’t know who she was.  She wanted to be able to...

A life lived in poetry is 10:08 pm on Monday night with my journal and pen and a restless, racing mind over tired shoulders that carry...

Monday morning at 7:03 am. A layer of gray is settling across the heavy closed sky and threatening Monday rain. The water creeps into...

I am just sitting down in the early hours of Saturday morning with a cup of coffee and my journal.  My plan is to meditate for a few...