We are not broken. We are not wrong, and if we are frightened, then perhaps we're at yet another crossroads. The right crossroads. I can't tell you which direction to take--true north is individual. If following your heart is difficult (believe me--I understand), then follow your curiosity. It cannot and will not steer you wrong. It… Continue reading Part of the design.
Aren't we sick of fear yet? I mean really sick of it? Aren't we low-down tired of it enough to stand up and rebel? (Rebel! My favorite word.) Aren't we by now, collectively, individually, fierce enough, sick enough of our own inner monologue of excuses, to sink a steel-toed boot into fear's soft underbelly and… Continue reading The courage to challenge.
Sometimes chaos is a necessary catalyst, a harbinger of much-needed change. We so often resist it--after all, it is unpleasant, uncomfortable, even painful. And if you're a Type-A like me? You get it. We'll run like hell (probably in a straight line) toward a more orderly arrangement. But what if we could embrace chaos? What… Continue reading Another direction.
We're trained (led?) to believe that home is a definable place on a map. I know. I've been led on this geographical goose chase all my life, and here I am, spiritually homeless, as it were. But at long last, the journey has taught me that I cannot base myself in place, or not solely… Continue reading Geography-dependent.