Posts Tagged ‘being true’
Wide stretched wings and deep mud knees….
When those implants came out there came to me the freedom of a child, a release from heaving false things around. I had let a few close friends in, let them support me as I journeyed through, and felt the warm touch of sunlight in a room I’d shut away. Nourished and known, it felt…
Read MoreCan’t wrap it up pretty with a bow….
I’ve been flummoxed, wanting to offer you a fresh bouquet from the gardens I’ve been tending, about watery melons and milk thistle tea, wildflower honey and coppertone on a breeze. It meets some sort of primal need in me to create beauty with words and pictures, to share the light streaming in from my window and lean…
Read MoreFeels like coming home….
“How was your birthday?” I never really know how to answer those kinds of questions, do you? Because the sting of experience tells me it’s maybe a request for a well-wrapped response, tidy and concise, and that stresses me, like when someone asks “what’s she like?” and I know they want a category and it doesn’t come natural for me to think in…
Read More52 candles….
It’s my birthday this week and I’m plunking 52 fresh candles in my lemon blueberry cheesecake, deep down ridiculously glad to be alive in 52 (new) glad and grateful ways: ~for fresh skies and new trails to hike, ~the soul sweetness of being with safe people, ~the resistance that enables us to fly, ~the grace…
Read Moretired or true….
What if our tiredness is a picture of our true-ness, our wellness, a story of our you-ness? Want to join me in a ponder? “When I repress my emotions, my stomach keeps score….” -John Powell ( a gross oversimplification, of course ……..always, always there are exceptions and complexities; but I’m wondering if more of our fatigue and un-wellness than we realize…
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