This question floats somewhere in the back of my mind like a little ship that’s lost at sea. Who could I have been? Losing everything I’d known to be true and safe, changed me. It left an indelible mark-my entire understanding of love and loss, of security and freedom were dismantled. Childhood trauma does this.… Read More Who could I have Been…
What is Grace? Grace is a gift~ She nurtures and heals Grace is acceptance~of yourself and others She does not know shame or judgement Grace is kind, encouraging and forgiving Grace offers peace and comfort Grace is love without conditions Grace let’s go Grace brings new beginnings By Lillian Rose Ann Lamont says, “Grace meets… Read More Grace
I close my eyes. I see two little girls side by side in matching ensembles-spring coats and companion hats-hers lavender, mine canary yellow. Little hands crumpled inside of each others. Wide toothless smiles and uneven pixies. We were each others. Peering over the other side of the camera was the love of our lives. She… Read More Siblings
I long for a faith that is resolute, steadfast, unwavering A faith that is as sure as the day is that the sun will rise and the set at dusk As certain as the promise that the midnight sky will light up with the moon and stars in all of their brilliance I want to… Read More Faith
Sometimes living in my cookie cutter planned community in my southern California neighborhood where there is only one temperate season that falls somewhere between 70-80 degrees all year long, I forget. I forget that outside of this engineered space that is the size of central park with over 49,000 trees arranged to mimic a sort… Read More Change
The idea of Pretty Paper Life was created because for much of my life I’ve lived beholden to this idea of what looked good on paper. I imagine the origin of these ideas are not that hard to trace when looking at my background. There are probably psychological and developmental reasons this notion took such… Read More The origin of Pretty Paper Life
I stepped back and looked at the beautiful arrangements of memories that created a composition-a complete and beautiful composition of a life well lived- A life I longed for. As I ran my hand over the guilted frame, I’m transported. I dove into the swimming blue eyes staring back at me. I swam around buoyantly… Read More The Picture Wall
The blank page staring back at me-formidable, daunting, frightening even. Words in my head-haunting like old disgruntled ghosts until they makes their way onto the page. But in a way there is no choice in the matter. It beckon’s with an intensity of an illicit lover, an insatiable thirst that must be quenched. Writing has… Read More On Writing…
There is an old Zen saying “The way one does anything is the way one does everything” That resonates with me. People often have a way they interact with the world at large and everything in it. We all know people that approach life with a hostility towards everyone and everything-a sharpness with the customer… Read More Caged Bird
I often think about what a friend said (or rather retorted) to me once. When I shared that I was enjoying mediation-that it was sort of a way for me to find my way back home to myself. She threw her head back as her weave whipped around, and asked where exactly I thought I’d… Read More Running