Learning to take up space, authentically!
I feel a shift going on. It’s always this way as we transition from summer to fall in Colorado. Tuesday was the first official day of the new season, but out here in the west, the hot and dry summer holds on; its death-grip, unwavering. Fires still burn. The air, at times is still denseContinue Reading “A Space for Fall”
When I heard the news of her passing, I was stunned. Not possible! Her presence in the world was like a warm cup of Earl Grey in 2020. Like a cozy blanket. Like a field of sunflowers bursting forth with color. Sigh. But she is gone. Like John Lewis, she is gone. And for aContinue Reading “A Space for RBG”
Wednesday night, I caught day three of the Democratic National Convention. It’s entirely remote this year, because of the pandemic, and the organizers that put it together are extraordinary storytellers. It’s a really powerful way to connect: storytelling, especially if it’s done well. And the DNC has done it well…very, very well. Telling the storyContinue Reading “A Space for Storytelling”
John Lewis died. My feelings about his death got stuck somewhere between my belly and my heart. Another fierce warrior…gone. Another gentle soul…gone. I was unable to shake that immobility until I watched his funeral; specifically, when I heard President Obama speak. And I could breathe again. Obama’s words were a salve to my ravagedContinue Reading “A Space for John Lewis”
I’ve had writer’s block. This has been a bad round of it. I’ve been able to journal, but inspiration for this blog has been elusive. I’ve let the times get to me. I’ve let the President and the death toll and the ridiculous mask controversy and everything else about this time…get to me. I’ve stoppedContinue Reading “A Space for Song”
The murder of George Floyd Covid-19 Economic depression I have to admit, these past two weeks, I have been struggling. Just one of the aforementioned crisis would be enough, and yet, we have all three. Anger. Protests. Sorrow. A few days ago, I laid in bed and stared at the ceiling wondering where are theContinue Reading “A Space for Prayer”
I wrote this poem not longer after my son was born in 2016. I loved writing it then! But today, re-reading it, I love it even more. With the state of the world as it is, it takes on a new and lovely meaning. I hope you enjoy it! The Hush of the Morning ThoseContinue Reading “A Space for Poetry”
Yep, cereal. Seriously. The other night, I opened my pantry and absolutely could not decide what to cook for dinner. Because of the economic turn in our own family, and as a way to save money in general, we have mostly stopped eating out. We still have the occasional lunch out on the weekend. But for the most part,Continue Reading “A Space for Cereal”
Okay, I’ll be the first to admit that I haven’t exactly been smiley and happy lately. The pandemic is definitely taking a very real mental and physical toll. So, I’m taking the advice of experts. I’m exercising, meditating, eating well, and trying to get enough sleep. I’ve been doing that pretty much every day, andContinue Reading “A Space to Laugh”
Even through the pandemic, life goes on, it finds a way. I saw a tiny green bud reaching through the concrete yesterday on my walk. My son got off his bike, and pointed to it with wonder: Mama, how does it do that? Good question. How do we reach and continue to grow through ourContinue Reading “A Space for Mary”