“We are all butterflies. Earth is our chrysalis.” ― LeeAnn Taylor A chrysalis spills open. Here we are. The moon swallowing the sun in a total solar eclipse (December 14). A twenty-year cycle closing. A 200-year cycle opening. Yet another round of letting go in the penultimate year of letting go. We shed old skin and … More Taking Flight … More Taking Flight
No one is immune to the clarion wake-up call that’s blaring everywhere we go. We are what we focus on. We are what we expect. We are what we prepare to receive.
Believe it, dears. Our thoughts create the world. … More It’s the End of the World as We Know It
Some of you may wonder where I’ve been.
I haven’t written here (or anywhere else for that matter) since November of 2018.
I’ve been walking through the dark night of the soul. I’ve been tending to my mother after her diagnosis with Alzheimer’s. I’ve been saving my life. I was diagnosed with Type II Diabetes in January. … More Sacred Selfishness: Where Have I Been?
I wonder what might have been if you – truly the best friend I’ve ever had – could have stayed in my life and I could have stayed in yours. Perhaps, we could have gone deeper and wider than we thought possible.
I do wonder. I know you do too.
Ten years. I still think of you, think of how we changed each other, think of what happened between us in the dark, on the road, over countless plates of enchiladas and pork pot stickers and Pho from the restaurant around the corner from your apartment.
I miss that rawness, that emotion skimming the surface of everything.
I miss listening to you laugh. I miss playing word games in the car.
I miss you. … More The Last Letter My Ex Never Wrote Me
I’ve believed I am not enough.
But here’s the thing: it’s not true.
It’s a lie. It’s a fabrication. It’s a fallacy. It’s a big hoax.
It’s propaganda of the worst sort.
We are enough. We always were. We always will be. … More Becoming Bulletproof
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