Tenderness is a solution. But then, there’s also planning. Breathing is therapeutic. So is goal-setting. Clear priorities have medicinal properties. Magic waits in every baby step. Inspiration feeds authentic action. Your response to life’s challenges can be systematic or something more limber, more spacious. Choose a time to act or choose to wait consciously as…
Stories For Your Beautiful Heart
This is our story of love and fortitude. (I can’t believe I get to live it.)
I remember how warm his hand felt wrapped around mine. How safe it made me feel as we crossed the Dublin streets. I remember the way we laughed until we cried as the piano solo began. Front row, center, we tried to hold it in but only laughed harder. I remember the joy and innocence…
Open, open, open…you will be soft wonderment. 🌱
They knew her as Dream Girl, Child of Awe. She lived in the fields just outside town. Gardens surrounded her home, and beyond that a wall with a great door. You could find her balancing atop the wall, listening. Her bare feet felt for familiar stones, ruddy cheeks turned toward the sky. “Feel how soft…
I know pain’s inevitable, but still…where’s the love?
What does it mean to love your life? Like, actively love it. I’m talking about love, the verb. As in to hold dear, to cherish, to thrive in. (You know, loving.) Speaking for myself, it’s easy to look for the feeling of love without the doing of love. I find myself thinking, I’m waiting…where’s my passion? My excitement? Why aren’t I loving this? …
Let it all drop 🍃
Once, I was a falcon, or at least I tried to be. Fast and focused, I was quick to act, quick to think, never a moment wasted. I wanted to fly the farthest and be the most ruthless. I carried with me always a sense of urgency, as if to say, “Look how much I…
For the serenity, love, and grace in you.
Serenity, Love, and Grace are my oldest friends. Before I knew their names or understood the magnitude of their tender power, I felt the peace and strength their presence gave. These dear, old friends taught me the art of looking and listening inward. In watchful stillness, they stand sentinel over me today, waving me back…
Love what you love, small as it may be (and shine that love on the world)
It’s the little things that can sink me, but it’s the little things that save me, too. Little, fleeting things, details and outcomes and misunderstandings can make me feel so small, almost as much as the big things do. When I look at what I’ve torn or chipped, stained, spilled, or burned underneath, it’s easy to see the worst in…
This is what I trust above all else
Love yourself, come what may. When it comes to suffering and healing, this is the path I trust above all else. It’s the foundation of my writing, the first step in my clinical work, and the lesson I keep learning myself. If it were that easy, I’d leave it at that. Love yourself, come what…
They say there’s a reason we’re here
They say the stars have consciousness. Do you think they dream? And what of? Do they search for us in the sky to wish upon? I wonder how many of our midnight confessions they’re keeping secret. They say the trees talk to each other. Do they dance together in the monsoon? And do they tell…
Do you have your back? New book + questions for you!
It’s July! I’m back from my June break, refueled, enthused, and bursting with things to share. I have to admit, though, I put off writing this because I felt like I needed something more profound to tell you than “I had a nice break, rested, and wrote a lot.” As if it’s not enough to…