I am not as alone as I often think I am. I am not the only empath hiding my head, bracing for impact, wondering when and where the next blast will come.
There are others who feel all of this and still bravely peek out of their rooms. They unpin the blackout curtains and venture out to talk to barren trees standing like centaurs in the yard. They listen to songbirds devouring a bowl of seed left out for them and take in the easy chit-chat those tiny birds engage in. … More Risk Being Seen
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 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
What have we done?
The bears are our brethren. The coyote sings to the wildness in our hearts.
The crescent moon with Venus floating like a teardrop under it is there to remind us that there is no Planet B.
If we flush our toilets into our water supply, what will we have left to drink? … More Life As Art: Who Speaks for the Trees?
When we least expect to be schooled by life, life sends us someone who will open a door or a window, and let us see what other vistas are beyond our normal ‘room with a view.’ … More Grace Notes: Divine Disguise
This is what it’s like to be an empath.
You feel too much. You see everything. You note the body language and discomfort and lies. The feelings of others hit you, knock you to the ground, and make it difficult to breathe or think. … More Life as Art: Avoiding Amputations
Through this new lens, all of those choices became blessed choices.
I was in the right place at the right time. I did not miss ‘my chance.’ … More Grace Notes: Learning to See Your Light
What else are we here for, if not to be kind?
It costs nothing but it multiplies the good.
And we need the good. We need it. … More Grace Notes: Only Three Things Matter
We’re done. Done, done, done, done. Done. D. O. N. E. I’m washing my hands of it and walking away. I see myself happier without you. I see you happier without me. I see us both unencumbered, untangled. So, I stomp on this metaphorical grave; I pile rocks and form a cairn. I stomp and … More Grace Notes: Letting Go
These days, despair is everywhere. Humanity is on a collision course with the worst sh*t storm imaginable. Why? Because we’re not acknowledging or listening to the voices of despair ‘out there.’ Those whose lives have been spent circling the societal drain: minorities, families living in poverty, veterans, the homeless, the disenfranchised, the drug addicted, the … More Wake Up & Change the World