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!
I want to pull this winter off like a pair of ill-fitting long johns. Walking in the woods I tripped over an ancient secret that nature uses to escape the sludge of winter. Maybe it can help you, too?
COVID has brought every last one of us a traumatic experience. This trauma runs the gamet: Broken lives, broken dreams, broken bank accounts, broken marriages, broken families, and way too many funerals. Trauma's biggest impact is that it reduces our sense of safety. To feel safe again, we must grieve what we've lost.