Three weeks ago today I lost it. Big time. I mean, I lost it like I’ve never lost it in my life. I lost it in a way I didn’t know I was capable of. I thought the unthinkable and I’m still trying to get past it. It’s not been easy. It’s not been easy …
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Playing Small
I learned at a very young age to play small. Perhaps I taught this to myself as a way to cope. I was a very shy child until I really, really trusted. I was always a person who felt things big. I felt things before they happened. I felt things that were there that I …
Telling My Story
I started this blog to tell the story of being human and how significant we all are in this world. I had lofty ideas that I would write a post every single day. It turns out that it is a bit too much for me. I’m going to write a post when I feel like …
The Mess
I’m a mess. We are all a mess about something in our lives whether big or small. I love the phrase, “a beautiful mess”, but I don’t feel like a “beautiful” mess. I feel like a complicated mess of colorful threads, knots within knots, spilling out at the seams of the frayed edges of all …
My Birthday
Yesterday was my birthday. And it’s one of the best birthdays I’ve ever had because it was real. Some of my dear friends planned a night out a few weeks back for all of us to go to the beach, watch the sunset (my thing) and go to dinner. This was before I announced to …
Being Human
Being human is something I’ll write about often as I learn to become one again and all the ways I tried to avoid being one… Being human means more than being born into existence. It means being vulnerable and messy and courageous with your feelings. It means taking risks and getting hurt when you finally …
Joy Through the Eyes of a Child
I wish we could all see the world through the eyes of a child. I wish I could. The innocent spontaneity they possess is infectious and can also teach us so much about the world we live in today. They see the small, simple things that make this life so full of wonder. They say …
My Mother
My mother was an amazing woman. She always knew her time might come sooner rather than later so she did everything to a certain degree many of us may never know. She was in a hurry to LIVE and do everything she wanted to do. She was such a beautiful example of living. As a …
Writing for My Mom
As a child, a very little girl, I loved to read and write. I kept a journal for as long as I can remember. Writing gave me a voice and a peace like nothing else. And it was the most sacred thing to me. My dad reminded me of that the other day when he …
The Walk Back
The walk back to ourselves after a long hiatus is not a pretty, dainty walk. It’s a clumsy one, two left feet, putting one in front of the other, sometimes barely a shuffle, my feet never completely leaving the ground. Sometimes it’s a fitful march of furious stomps to the mental count of a drill …
Wander in the Wonder 