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Humility
There are moments when your heart cracks wide open ... when you're humbled by the tender beauty another offers from theirs, without attachment. There are moments when you taste hope peeking between the crevice of old wounds, a seed of restoration, a bright light...
The Promise of False Promises
There are certain promises you cannot make. You cannot promise that you will always be there. You cannot promise that you will always love someone, exactly the same way you love them today. You cannot promise that you will never hurt them. These are the false...
On Healing Ourselves + the World
Chances are - the sensitive soul you are - you're feeling the heaviness of what's going on in the world. We are in the midst of turbulent times. Countries are aching. Families are aching. Communities are crying out to be seen, to be recognized as equal, to feel free....
Getting Angry
There are times we need to call on the forces of anger … anger that rises to inform us of when a line has been crossed, when a boundary has been obliterated, or when we turned our backs on ourselves, forgetting we are powerful beings of beauty. I’ve had a challenging...
A Love Song to Essence
All the Little Deaths
I give you an emptiness, I give you a plentitude, unwrap them carefully. - one’s as fragile as the other - (Norman MacCaig, Presents) Patterns of death weave their tapestries through my life. Sometimes the connections are uncanny, tightly knotted: 12 years...
On My Birthday
In less than an hour it will be my birthday. My 42nd time around the sun. Before the day gently folds into the next, I’m finding a tender moment of reflection. ...I’m listening to what my heart wants from me this year: A bit more grace. A little more kindness. Space...
New Year’s Eve Love Letter
Dearest You, ...Yes, you. In two hours, the doors will gently close on this year, allowing the space for the next to ease in. I don't need fireworks or the pop of fizzing champagne tonight. My year doesn’t need to go out with a “bang.” It wants to burn low to the...
This is Not Your Average Break-Up Letter
Dearest You,It’s been awhile since we’ve talked. Really talked. I wish we could sit in that café where we shared a loveseat; I rested my head upon your wide shoulders and you slowly inhaled the scent of my hair, kissing the top of my head. Or we could meet in my car...
To the Vulnerability in All of Us
In a month, the reign of my marriage will take its final bow. All will be legally dissolved, despite having been divorced in every other way for well over two years. I’ve written a lot about it. And you’d think that any emotions or wounds connected to ending a 12+...
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