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When you write yourself back to where you are
The ground is always moving. Stay grounded in who you are. Remembering who I am is sometimes a task. I’m not so good sometimes at receiving my gifts.
I stumbled upon an article I wrote years ago describing who I wanted to be in life—my career, to be exact—but really was asked to describe my identity in the world. I’m amazed to recognize that today I’m doing just what I described. It was eleven years ago.
I felt misunderstood back then. It’s a continual process to gain confidence in my natural talents, as if I need to reign over them.
I finally published my book
I finally published my book. Fifteen years in the making. I needed to emotionally distance myself from the content before publishing.
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My Secret Innuendo: In the Tiniest House of Time is a collection of poems and creative expression written during the most raw years of a woman’s life, finally given room to breathe after more than a decade has passed. One angle is a woman speaking to the animus, the inner masculine of Jungian psychology; in another she is speaking to her higher power. Who is listening in any given poem is left open. The title itself is a quiet metaphor: words and memories stored within a house in the mind, timeless yet suggestive and evocative. If you've ever needed permission to feel everything at once—and read or write about it—this book is for you.
Destiny - Day 29 of 30 day writing challenge
Dear Destiny, I am ready now. I'm ready for my dreams to come true. I'm ready now, but let's say my dreams are already true (as they are in many ways), what does it look like in 3 years?
Unloading the weight of the world - Day 15 of 30 day writing challenge
I have a unique iPhone text sound for my favorite people. I dreamed this morning right before waking up of one of my favorite person text sounds. While still dreaming, the text read "I dropped 10". Then I woke up. I laid there in bed trying to figure out what it meant.
Absorbing vulnerability through humor - Day 14 of 30 day writing challenge
I had a dream last night of a cave where I've got giant tongs to reach into the cave and pull out stuff that needs to go. I pulled out one big black thing with tentacles that I wanted to throw away quickly without any of it touching me. I said, "My Vulnerability".
A stairway to a train to the top: My destiny
There is a stairway. I climbed it last night. In my dream. I knew these stairs led to the train to the top. I got to these stairs by a train moving effortlessly on a waterway. I wanted to call someone to explain how easy it was to travel across water.
Today I will write a manifesto: Writing my future with full clarity
I put it in my calender that today I will write a manifesto. I thought about this in yoga this morning. I started writing in my mind. Then—after coming home—I decided to go back to a second yoga class in a row in order to get psyched; it was Bikram yoga no less. It was a physical yoga manifesto.
Don't pass by me: Who goes slowly goes healthy
There is a fine balance between shyness and true expression. As if in a bit of a conundrum, I go back and forth between befriending stillness and the gems inside me that open only when the darkness underneath is stirred to view what's lurking beneath.
Turning ordinary into vibrant: How?
How do you go through your days with vibrance, where each moment matters... It's an art form and one that requires a dedicated eye to presence.
Presence in the current moment, where the eye to what matters opens up. Wide.
Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part thirteen
Dream, I tear you apart in pieces to unglue what you've become adhered to in search for wholeness. You are a bridge, and are far from broken now.
Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part eight
I surrender now to you. To you, and to the powers that be that will make my dreams come true in a second once I let go. To you I speak…
Behind the eyes of a writer™: A series, part three
As the wind blows, I know why I’m a writer. Because life is in balance; like a seesaw, it tips. I see through a lens that looks for what’s interspersed as opposites—each sting has a petal. I can hear what you see when I am grateful to be alive.
Walk through the vestibule: Sounds and sights as benchmarks
You have, I'm sure, had the experience at one time in your life of forgetting what you were doing as soon as you entered another room. Do doorways actually serve as event boundaries or is one's ability to remember linked to the environment in which a decision was created?
The magic of my histories
I move. I feel. My blood carries my life.
I am still. I look inside the calm waters... and here I find the truth of who I am.
Letting go: It's an art to speak to your unconscious
The unconscious is where we are driven. In the same way that most of an iceberg is actually underwater, the largest part of our psyche is the unconscious—most is the "shadow."
Having faith
Do you ever want to tell yourself to just STOP all this mind chatter?! Sometimes it is even doubt that inches its way into the brilliance that has been created in your life.