A BUTTerfly print. Ingredients: Tempera, poster board and my butt. 🙂
I like to walk the edge. I like to F E E L alive and edge-walking makes life all that much more delicious. Except… I am tired of flirting with risk in the relationship department. That which feels risky and uncertain is just that. Not fulfilling, not energizing, not life-affirming… Just broken. (who wants to…
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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…
As a final farewell to each man I have loved and lost–whether by your deceit or mine, your projection or mine, your fears or mine–I offer this poem by Lord Byron. Today, I choose love and truth. Today, I choose joy. WHEN WE TWO PARTED When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted…
Miss A is hoping to take a service learning trip to Costa Rica in the spring. She’s asking for contributions in lieu of Christmas presents this year. It’s not a vacation. She’ll be working and learning Spanish over spring break. Thanks for considering!
Today when I looked in the mirror, I really loved my own reflection. (That seems worth mentioning.) Also, I saw this today from my spiritual teacher, Matt Kahn: Mantra of the day: “I no longer reflect or embody the pain, disapproval, doubt, suffering, or confusion of others as a way of offering support. Bless it…