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 sing the body electric. I celebrate the ‘me’ yet to come. … More Out of the Ashes, You Rise.
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 am not crazy, my reality is just different from yours.”- Cheshire Cat” ― Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking-Glass: With an Excerpt from the Life and Letters of Lewis Carroll I can’t tell whether I should be excited by all this change or terrified. Truth be told, I am a little of both. … More Falling Down the Rabbit Hole
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
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?