Her Power Returned (Day by Day)

Her power returned to her the day she chose to place the stapler down from the boxy bulletin boardto move beyond the edges whereher creative savvy flew free. Her power returned to her the day she resigned from beating herself upfor “brokenness,” all she “isn’t” —to embrace the goodness and sacred beauty of all she is. Her power returned to her the day she traded cultural normsthat kept her quiet, small and politefor her inner wisdom which told her to move toward becoming. Her power returned to her the day she laid down the ingrained pattern to serve everyone before…

A spark for the “Me? I’m Not Creative” Types

Do you feel the tingle? the stretch of pain and pleasure leading you toward expansion? the pressing of what leans you into the edge of your comfort zone? the passion of what rises inside and asks you to please honor her? the sizzle that warms your form to spark goodness into the world? I’ve heard you say, “Me? No, I can’t write draw paint sing dance” Yet, you are the one who wakens each day with a desire for more. Your body cries out to heed her message to bend toward space for imagination. Look outside. the sun rises again….

Stillness, Jesus and Other Stuff

Hi friend, Whatcha been up to? Me? Oh, gosh. Bunches. I could tell you about our family visit to Colonial Williamsburg, or long conversations about life with my other half. There’s been texts, visits, Facetime and phone calls with friends & family that have been surprising, needed, soulful; the routine is always there: the laundry, morning walks with Kylo (read: crazy lab) and, of course, lots of soccer games. There’s BOOKS; oh, how I love words and new, crisp pages to peruse: Thomas Moore is stretching my mind; Dani Shapiro is – well – just honest, deep and amazing; there’s…