Ice cream cheeks and sandy toes. She knows how to live life fully and lives in the present moment. She owns her power and loves freely. She is an exquisite Divine creation. May we all remember to keep the toddler in us alive. 
It is my belief that play brings miracles. I have been in a bit of a dark place and have needed to lighten up a bit. I know I need to tickle, laugh, play, dance, frolic….all of it. Just now I opened my Hafiz book, “The Gift”, translated by Daniel Ladinsky to this wonderful, affirming…
I am holding my heart very tenderly while the shadow and light dance all around it. I turn 40 in a couple of weeks, I’m in the middle of a divorce and I’m still working to get my career squarely off the ground while wading through all of this transition. A little over a year…
Held in Compassion I just stepped on this bee. I said, “F-ing thing! Get off me!”, and kicked it away. As the pain faded away, I watched the poor bee convulsing as it died. I’m still alive. It is dying. Yes, I am the one who stepped on it. It was no one’s fault. It…
I’m getting the feeling that my Spirit/Inner Child/Higher Self is tired of me ignoring it or telling it to shush. The voice is getting louder these days. Blessed Be!
Goddess-in-training, Gigi, weilding her feminine power. The concept of “feminine” is an interesting one to me. What we perceive as feminine, especially in American culture, is often some kind of boxed-in, pale, sliver of femininity. Pink or feminine somehow denotes weak and helpless to some. It’s like when men insult other men by calling them…
My daughter, Gigi, and I read poetry to one another in the morning at breakfast. She read this one to me last week. Today, as we lay snuggled at Seward Park in Seattle, basking in the sunlight and watching it glisten on the water, I was reminded of this poem and the miracle of life…