I have learned that when people are determined to see me through a dark lens, they won’t be talked out of it.
I have, however, learned that it’s their lens not my truth.
That’s a good feeling.
I once had a funny conversation with a friend. She was talking about two men in her life: One that worked at a holistic center for something or other and one who was a smoking, drinking band member-type. She seemed to feel pulled between these two polarities. I said, “It’s like one is a clean…
I read from her chapter on “Coming Home” and about cutting away what is superfluous to make space for new beginnings.
I’m experimenting with offering up unscripted daily audio missives from my heart. Here’s day one: getting real.
A Blessing: May the fruits of summer…
Art is a way of seeing and living and I like the way I do both.
“I know the way you can get When you have not had a drink of Love: Your face hardens, Your sweet muscles cramp. Children become concerned About a strange look that appears in your eyes Which even begins to worry your own mirror And nose. Squirrels and birds sense your sadness And call an important…