Oh, Petals. You're entitled to feel all of it, and you're invited not to run. I'm not saying it's easy, and I'm definitely not saying it's fun. But this has been, at the risk of massive understatement, an insanely challenging year. And I suspect coming out of it is going to hold its own challenges,… Continue reading An invitation.
Just for the sake of moving.
If you know me, then you know I love poet Mary Oliver with the entirety of my soul. But. Where I once found her iconic line, "What is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?" inspiring, I now find it paralyzing. Not her fault, but the pressure I feel from… Continue reading Just for the sake of moving.
How straight a path.
You know, there are days I just don't feel like writing these. Days I just don't feel I have anything of importance to say or contribute, days I feel that the majority of my life thus far has been simply an exercise in treading water. And here I am, stuck in the middle of the… Continue reading How straight a path.