Surrendering into the spaciousness of life is like moving into a new home. What we loved most about it when we first walked through the door was its glorious emptiness.
Time to move
March 5, 2012 By | 8 Comments
There’s an enlivened charge for me these days around words. It could be my heightened sense of their proximity and my renewed vows towards my writing. Or maybe it’s the quaking of something that has wanted to emerge for a dozen lifetimes.
Love the one you’re with
February 13, 2012 By | 9 Comments
I sank into the massage table, every cell of me ready to be pummeled and coaxed into relaxation. Since this was my first visit to Russell I made sure to tell him I like a very deep massage. Placing his hands on my back, he said he knew why I liked it rough: my body felt like petrified wood.
Oh, that can’t be good.
Smoulder me
January 9, 2012 By | 3 Comments
A few nights ago I met a friend for tea and a good long chat. When she dropped me off at home later that evening she smiled and remarked how fortunate we were to live such exciting lives.
Button, button, who’s pushing my button?
May 14, 2011 By | 2 Comments
Last night at my hospice volunteer training we talked about triggers. Triggers in respect to our interactions with hospice patients and their families. Triggers as in the daughter waiting in the lounge who tells you all about her good-for-nothing brother who hasn’t held a job for more than a month his entire life yet who […]
Yes! Yes! Yes!
April 17, 2011 By | 5 Comments
This morning I didn’t feel the “yes”. What I did feel were the effects of eating and imbibing a bit too much at a friend’s house last night. The past week of getting up at 4:30 a.m. to allow time for my morning routine and get to my new part-time job by 8 a.m. had […]
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