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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Sometimes we need to get away. We need to take a little trip for NO REASON AT ALL. When we do, we give ourselves permission to find the beauty that lives all around us, to watch a cloud, and see a landscape transform as the miles roll by. A little trip is good for the soul.
This has been such a year of angst and anxiety. So many tumultuous events and divisiveness have unsettled us all. But we can find happiness and release anxiety even in times such as this. When we reclaim the ancient practice of surrender, we are freed to enjoy our life.
It's so easy to be held hostage by our fears, especially now. It's tempting to either give into fear or slap on a "Brave Face." Something different happens when you let fear be a messenger.
Sometimes it's hard to see what's right in front of us. Sometimes it's hard to do the right thing. Maybe it's time to do both as we remember struggles from the past and the work of Martin Luther King, Jr.
Pick a star word and let it guide your year!
The frightening levels of political rancor and COVID infections are keeping us at arms-length from one another. But looking heavenward shows us planets rotating around the sun in an orderly fashion; each without worry about whether the others are doing it in the "right way."
It's been a dark winter already. As I plant my indoor bulb gardens, I'm feeling as shriveled up as the tulips and amaryllis. Careful watering is the secret to a bulb garden blooming. We're a lot like bulbs, we have everything we need to grow already inside us but we, too, need careful watering. Who and what will nurture your growth this winter? Think carefully about the question because you deserve to bloom in 2021.
Who isn't ready for 2020 to be over? But here's the thing: If you don't mourn your losses from this devastating and challenging year now you'll be dragging a moldy steamer trunk the size of Texas, full of dirty clothes, into the New Year. Mourning is an ancient, sacramental practice that is so appropriate for this time!