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!
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.
Find out what happens when two women go to the wilds of Madison County in search of a pristine paradise. Surprise! Life is never what you plan for and Monster Truck shows may not be your thing.
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.
When you ignore your fear it holds you hostage. Fear is an ancient friend. Fear once alerted you to lions in the tall grass. Fear serves a purpose, it's there to keep you safe.
When you learn to love your fear and trust it to guide you, it will reveal hidden dangers (like those lions in the grass). Fear knows what's keeping you from fulfilling your dreams.
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.
We are living in a time of financial and personal pandemic fear. But the truth of the matter is we've all had fear since we were small. We met fear in different ways as little people, but we've all encountered it and it's changed us. This is the first in a series of reflections about how our fear controls us and ways to meet it where it lives and hopefully, use the information it has to better our lives.
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!
It's hard to fight off feelings of unworthiness under the best of circumstances but Christmas, the season of perfection, ups the ante. So let's examine where all this unworthiness comes from. Hint: It's not your fault.