Beautiful Child. There’s something surprising and cathartic about sifting through all my old papers, photos, diaries, and books. At this point, I have much less attachment to them, so I view them through a lens of ‘do I need this?’ or ‘do I love this?’ As I’ve started a big cull, anticipating a move to … More You Are Beautiful In Every Single Way
For Amira de la Garza “You can’t expect insights, even the big ones, to make you suddenly understand everything, but I figure, hey, it’s a step in the right direction if they leave you confused in a deeper way.” — Lily Tomlin Lately my dreams leave me rattled. In them, I unpack a very large cooler … More Dazed and Confused
To connect and hear more about Wonderland, click here. “A word after a word after a word is power.” — Margaret Atwood Why write? To a writer that question is equivalent to saying, “Why breathe?” We write to unravel our restless hearts. We write because we’re curious. We write because we can’t stop. We read … More Word by Word, Ignite Your Life
Day 17: A – Z Challenge: “I define poetry as celebration and confrontation. When we witness something, are we responsible for what we witness? That’s an on-going existential question. Perhaps we are and perhaps there’s a kind of daring, a kind of necessary energetic questioning. Because often I say it’s not what we know, it’s … More Question; Question Everything
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. About two weeks ago, this blog quietly crossed the 50,000 page view mark. I noted it on my Facebook page with much shouting and glee, but I realize I forgot to mention it here. I want to offer a profound and heartfelt thank you to each person who visits Wonderland … More Wonderland News: 50,000 Reasons to Celebrate
“Empathy is really the opposite of spiritual meanness. It’s the capacity to understand that every war is both won and lost. And that someone else’s pain is as meaningful as your own.” ~ Barbara Kingsolver Turning from Me to We We live in a culture that has typically not had a lot of use for … More Empathy: Open Your Heart
For my mother “When you’re young, you think everything you do is disposable. You move from now to now, crumpling time up in your hands, tossing it away. You’re your own speeding car. You think you can get rid of things, and people too—leave them behind. You don’t yet know about the habit they have, … More The House of My Spirit
He cut me off at the knees. I was hoping for rescue, resuscitation, relief. Instead, same-old, same-old. The pattern repeated.
Or so I thought at the time.
But the truth of the matter is, I picked myself up, dusted myself off, and started the soul-work needed to forge a new life. I quit waiting. I rode in on my own white horse and picked up the pieces. I built a handmade life I am proud of — attached or unattached — a life that has me at the center, not on the periphery.
And that was the gift — the pony, so to speak — that was buried in all that sh*t. … More Letter to My Former Self