I became quiet, waiting for a word. I waited, far longer than I believed I’d need to, and then it came. Self-care was a commitment I tried making to myself.
Monday Musings- A Lesson in Balance, aka #whatdoyouwant
Daily, I proclaim that I matter. I declare that the love I pour into the world is love of which I am equally worthy. I am releasing my desperate grip on the toxic martyrdom that backs me into corners and is entirely of my making.
Slowing down, Showing Gratitude for Rest
I love to cook. I love being able to create what I desire. More than satisfaction, making homemade requires presence. I cannot be distracted. I have to be in the kitchen, paying attention.
Yes, I Saw That. No, I Won’t Forget
Whenever I am forced to slow down, I collapse. I remain vigilant, though. Let's be clear....yes, I saw that, and no, I won't forget it.
31 Days of Liminality
Instead of imagining all that could go wrong, let's celebrate all that is already good.
31 Days of Liminality
The last 3 years of my life have been transformative in exceptional ways. I made it clear that I will fight to the death to protect those I love, even from themselves.
31 Days of Liminality
No voice is more powerful than the one we hear most often, our own. What messages are we repeating to ourselves about our value, our desires, our dreams? And how do we speak of faith? Is ours an active practice?
31 Days of Liminality
"when you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy."
Thursday Confessional
My ancestors, my loves, and my prayers are gathered safely behind a sturdy wooden door. This place is my soul's center.
Thursday Confessional
Answering Our Forgotten Prayers 1. When my career was in free fall, I started writing to have something to do. 2. More than merely cathartic, it became my operating system for processing my world. 3. I love writing. 4. I rarely go a day without writing, or ideating about it. 5. When it came time …

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