I sing the body electric. I celebrate the ‘me’ yet to come. … More Out of the Ashes, You Rise.
I finally got to the point I was through swallowing gasoline and pretending it was fresh water.
The fire in my belly woke me.
I was angry – mostly at myself – for putting up with such shitty treatment.
And so, we parted.
Sometimes suddenly. Sometimes incrementally.
Sometimes without a word.
And that’s OK. … More Finding Your Tribe
The days of playing small are behind all of us.
We can’t go back.
This world needs our authenticity and our brains and our beautiful souls and our astonishing dreams and steely strength.
We may want to wimp out and sit in sloth at McDonald’s eating GMO fries and drinking cancer in a can, but we can’t. We can no longer do that if we are awake at all. … More Playing Small is No Longer an Option
What do I stand for?
I stand for women and babies and artists and creatives being valued for the contributions we make to life on earth.
I am for this beautiful planet and all its creatures, great and small.
I am for the voiceless and the shutdown and the shut out members of our society.
I am for the restless spirit of change.
I am for building a better world, a world that is equitable and gracious and fair and cooperative. … More What Do You Stand For?
I’ve loved this experience but I love the life I have, too.
It has been revelatory and heart-opening.
And now I want to go home. I want to go back to the familiar comforts and glorious sunrises and breathtaking wildness of Northern NM.
This way of life in Barcelona has been about being, much more than doing.
And I can take that sense of how to approach life home to NM.
I want less doing and more being, as a new friend said recently in a Facebook post. … More Look Homeward, Angel
It’s been a long time since I allowed myself to be lost.
It’s been a long time since I have gone out into a foreign city in a strange land and walked the streets, soaking up the cacophony of sights and sounds and smells. … More Let’s Get Lost
Last night when we were half way across the Atlantic, flying over seamounts outside of St. John, Newfoundland, I cast the I-Ching with my Kindle (how new age of me) and got the hexagram for Joy.
I’d asked about the purpose of this trip.
How perfect. Joy. … More Barcelona, baby
I will spend the Summer Solstice on the Mediterranean and carry the stars in my pockets.
I will eat tapas and drink beer and walk to the Picasso Museum and Sagrada Familia and Park Guell.
And I will write about my adventures… … More Miss Adventure Rides Again
Gratitude practice is like prayer. It works better when you actually do it. … More Grace Notes: #90daysofgratitude
So, what did that foray into helplessness teach me?
It taught me that there’s no shame in needing help. Everyone needs help now and again.
Everyone. … More The Art of Asking: Leap and the Net Appears