I don't know that we can move through this world without wonder--food, shelter, love, and wonder. It feeds us and keeps us moving, keeps us rising and setting with the sun, that tiny possibility that we will remember, tomorrow, to be surprised by joy. That tiny possibility that wonder will stick, that our first thoughts… Continue reading Fierce gladness.
I know how hard it is, so often, to go about a "normal" day when everything else is churning. How to have a conversation? How to show up when you have to? Sometimes there's a choice, but so often there isn't. Even those of us gifted with the ability to compartmentalize have days when it's just too much.… Continue reading Compartmentalize
For those of us more in touch with our logical sides than our emotive ones, life can become increasingly difficult to navigate. If only it were a straight line! How easy it would be to plan, to see the horizon, to catch sight of any obstacles and have time to prepare for them. So when… Continue reading The inevitable leap.
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.
I doubt anyone here will misunderstand me when I say you don't always have to choose the difficult path. On the contrary, to choose difficulty simply because it's difficult leads, in my experience, to little peace and much exhaustion. Of course I don't mean that we won't do (and shouldn't do) difficult things. But level… Continue reading Better humans.
Sometimes the only thing you can do is walk away. Not forever, not from everything, but just for the air, the space, the perspective.
Actively choosing to wait is as firm a decision as one to move, and I think we often forget that. We confuse waiting with stagnation, or mistake it as procrastination. On the contrary--we're immersed in a culture of rushing--rushing to get the job done, to get to work, to get home, to get to the… Continue reading As yet in darkness.
I love the word, "scour." I love the rough, clean feel of it. Because when I think of the constant litany of doubt/fear/doubt/fear/regret/doubt/fear offered up by my brain, that's what I want--a complete cleanse. An exfoliation. And all it takes to be effective is an invitation--an open invitation for the wind to blow away lingering fear… Continue reading An open invitation.
I think, sometimes (most times), it's our own definitions of the words, or the words we use, the labels, that hold us back the longest. That, and the deafening, off-key chorus of our complaining.