The seasons change all the time. So gently at first, then with that first breath of icy air or the bright colors of fall leaves. We change, too. And our seasons are always on the move, then comes that startling change, the one you can't ignore. Yeah, that one.
All of life involves change. Sometimes the changes come gradually and sometimes change is forced upon us. Adaptivity is a human strong-suit but one we often neglect. I'm at one of those points where I'm choosing to change before I'm forced to. And I'm not the only one...
Sometimes the day-to-day grind wears us down to the nub. But when we have a chance to shift our perspective, it's amazing what we can see.
I lost my husband when our son was newly sixteen. His birth was relatively painless, since it was a C-section. (The recovery from surgery, was not much fun, but epidurals are pretty amazing things.) But it was just this month, when he turned 26, that I delivered the placenta. This is the story of a mother's love and the length of time it often takes us to finish birthing our children.
Our childhood rooms hold memories and treasures. When we leave them for adulthood, sorting through them is a rite of passage.Todd men have had and used guns for generations. While I'm not a gun person myself, when our son had to sort through his room as he moved off to medical school, he found treasure in the closet, along with memories.
Sometimes the world around us imitates our crazy human life. Take the squirrel microcosm for instance.
Letting go of the life that used to live you is hard. I'm on my third commercial dumpster and feeling lighter every day! Sometimes we own our stuff and sometimes our stuff owns us! Know what I mean?
There are so many things being solved by math today. All except the most basic things. Like economic justice, the saving of our planet, the prevention and cure of disease. Is it time to look at things differently? When will X=Y? When will all life matter enough for us to behave differently and realize we are NOT in charge.
I just filled a dumpster with stuff in my house and yard that wasn't even mine. It's been 10 years since my husband died and it was time to get rid of his Man Cave junk. What's in your junk trunk?
Every loss we experience leaves us with broken dreams. Things we wished we would have done or said, plans that will not materialize, trips that won't be taken, and people we will no longer see or be friends with. Our broken dreams cut us like glass until we touch them one more time and then let them go. This is a story about love and loss.
Getting out in nature with the wild things can inspire our souls in ways that are healthy and vital. Too much of our lives are spent in needless worry, spinning the hamster wheel of the economy we rarely benefit from. Wild things spend their days being free. Sure, there are the quick life and death dangers, but those moments come and are gone. We humans cling so tightly to anxiety that we become ill. Get free of it.
Come to the hills of West Virginia for a 4th of July pig pickin and learn how that day still impacts my dating choices.
Ever find yourself believing all the negative things people say while ignoring the positive ones? Yeah, me, too. Maybe we should change the order of that.
Whales and birds talk to their young, beginning in utero, giving them instructions on everything from when to hatch and where to go fishing. If listening has this big an impact on animal life, imagine how what you're listening to impacts you.
If you're reading this, you survived a world pandemic. But the cortisol and adrenaline that you survived on for over a year aged you. I know, because I had COVID (twice). I remember that super-stressed feeling from the years after my husband passed. But you survived it! Time to release all that stress and focus on moving forward with intention and joy. Here's a way to do that...
I began exploring my shadow selves shortly after my husband died. Not because I wanted to but because I had to. There were parts of me that wanted it to be okay that I was afraid and angry but I was too much of a Southern girl to acknowledge them. Now is the right time to acknowledge the power of these suppressed selves and to let them walk in the light along side us so they don't do anything in the dark that can hurt us.
It's been a long year of isolation. Perfect for internal contemplation. Something is waiting to be born inside you. Do you know what it is yet? Perhaps a lesson from the sea will help.
Nature is bursting with energy right now so is a good time to take that into yourself and recover from the darkness of this last pandemic year!
Nature is pollinating the world like crazy this spring. She's trying to insure the survival of plants and trees with the help of bees, butterflies, hummingbirds and other pollinators. Now that you're older and wiser, and survived a pandemic, what would you like to help to survive? It's an important question for us all and one with a highly personal answer!
A lesson from a wildflower walk in how to honor both your fragility and your strength.
Spring is a great time to get out and see how new life is leaping up, filled with promise for the future. Your life is a promise, too, and sometimes it's easy to lose sight of that.
It's easy to feel abandoned and scared during a pandemic. Easy to see ourselves as alone and unloved in the best of times. But the reality is that we are always being watched by the eyes of love. Here's how I see my life issues reflected in the Easter narrative.
My mother was a 43-year breast cancer survivor. She and I shared a rare musical bond. This is the story of the last time we made music together. A mystical moment that I'll always remember and the gift it gave to her, to me, and to everyone who heard it.
Regrets are like those mean kids in middle school who whispered about you in the hall or that nosy aunt who tossed your childhood sins on the table at the family reunion and invited everyone to taste your shame.
We all have regrets, and they often keep us from fulfilling our dreams. Don't let the past ruin your future. Keep regrets in their rightful place - at the end of the hallway.
Are you dragging your tired, broken dreams around with you in a too-heavy backpack? If so, unpack that nasty old thing. See what's in there and let that stuff go! It's spring! You've got new dreams trying to live through you. Make room for them!