softening
There are people that soften me–
with music
with a gentle heart
with deep listening
with sharing their vulnerability
I cherish these people.
(You know who you are.)
There are people that soften me–
with music
with a gentle heart
with deep listening
with sharing their vulnerability
I cherish these people.
(You know who you are.)
I see reflections of myself in everything around me. Living in a house of mirrors is deeply rewarding.
“Blue Mood” self-portrait When I was a young girl, I looked in the mirror constantly. My dad and stepmother teased me endlessly about my fascination with my own face. My desire to gaze at myself was clearly uncomfortable to them. Once I reached adolescence, my innocent fascination was replaced by self-criticism. I picked my face…
The above picture was taken in a moment of just allowing myself to wander and be present for the present, the GIFT of the moment. Read on… I haven’t been writing here much because I’ve been so SO busy lately. not always busy with “work” but sometimes just with BEing. It’s true that i have…
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!
When you are stripped bare and are so transparent you feel as though you have no skin. When time is suspended and the world opens up to a new possibility that you could never have imagined. When the scent of honeysuckle in the night air or the tender kiss from your child makes your heart…