The yearning is an invitation. Right? What else could it be? Why write poetry or music? Why make a meal, create an app, create a movement with the body that makes the heart ache deeper and further?
The thought comes to me at first through a weed. Lots of them. Creeping in and taking over my wild, hairy garden. As I push the shovel under the weed, the thought springs like a spiral, upward into my brain. This is the problem, I think to myself. The problem is that we are not dealing with […]
The day was sunny. Hot. Hanging with a friend at the zoo, we were huffing, dragging our children via Radio Flyer Wagon, up a hill. My friend and I were not overweight by any means, but here we were, struggling. We laughed at ourselves, at our weakened state. I turned to my friend, exasperated. “Skinny doesn’t mean anything.” […]
Empty – It describes something, it’s an action, and it’s a thing. Boy, is it a thing. I have a lot of Empty’s in my life. We all do. Intended or not, the majority of humanity has at least one Empty. Or, is afraid of one.
(This post is for a friend. What you do, matters.) All I was doing was the laundry. It was a normal day. Got up. Made bed. Popped in a load. But, on this normal morning, I glanced over my left shoulder and I saw the most beautiful, most hopeful thing that I had in a while. . . […]
It was 2am and I was sobbing. The first part of March had been brutal for our family. Sickness had erupted. Nearly everything on the schedule had been cancelled. Saturday came and I thought we had made it through. We bared our weak arms and bowed our heads to disinfect, scrub, vacuum, and steam clean every […]
Three sessions in and I panicked. Things were going well. Good questions were being asked, validation given, truth was being shared. But, towards the end of each consultation, my inner child would get fidgety. Eyes darting, hands wringing. Internally, I was terrified. Please don’t say it. Please don’t say it. Don’t tell me I’m doing well. Don’t […]