I found myself on the pavement, seeing stars.
I lost my footing and I lost my way.
I couldn’t muster the usual courage or wisdom.
I couldn’t see how this might contain even a sliver of light.
So, I sat down and I got still. … More Grace Notes: Walking Back to Myself
Nothing ‘out there’ will save us from this spiritual work.
No other person – no matter what he or she might say about how they will ‘fix things’ – can do this work for us.
We will either ride the waves or we will drown.
The way out is within.
… More Grace Notes: A Light Worker Awakens
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
I became lighter, more buoyant.
I stopped worrying and started laughing more.
I quit catastrophizing every misstep or mistake; instead, I practiced gratitude.
And gratitude changed everything. … More Grace Notes: The Medicine Woman Emerges
Through writing about my life, I learned who I was and what I thought about.
I defined myself.
I came to know the shimmering soul my body could barely contain. … More Grace Notes: My Walter Mitty Life
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
Whatever we focus on – be it solutions or joy or obstacles or problems – we give our energy to.
We create an alliance with it, whether positive or negative.
The universe is neutral. It will always give us MORE of what we focus on. … More Grace Notes: What You Focus On, Increases
Hail our blessed bodies. They are the keepers of our souls. … More Hail This Blessed Body
Fell down. Went boom. So, on August 4th, I fell during a bad thunderstorm while trying to help my dog – who was freaking out. I banged myself up and, unfortunately, broke my right wrist – rendering me unable to write or type. As you might imagine, this is difficult for me! I just wanted … More Broken Wing
I love my olive green watering can.
I love walking amongst the plants and insects, raining down a small spigot of life-giving water.
It feels good – grounding – to be out under the trees, pulling the hose along behind me. It feels good to be standing in wet leaves and seed pods, feet soaked and crusty with dirt.
There’s something bruising and beautiful about the simple act of providing water. … More Life As Art: A Meditation on Water