Learning to take up space, authentically!
Today, I breathe… Today, in this moment I pull the present around me, tightly. The world is-what-it-is. I’ve been in control over-drive. All. The. Time. Unsustainable. It is unsustainable to continue in this way. Change it. Control it. Label it. Nope. Not even close. So, today, I breathe… In and out and feel it all.Continue Reading “A Space to Breathe”
Once, a place for the sacred. Once, a place for listening. But today, that space of silence has become a weapon. Ban all abortions after six weeks, says Texas. And we will allow no exceptions…none at all. Even for: Rape Incest Still birth Nothing. Women, girls, you are on your own. So, we looked toContinue Reading “A Space of Silence”
It has been a year since COVID was declared a global pandemic. The day before, on March 10, 2020, I wrote this: Covid-19 has made its way to Larimer County, Colorado. We’re north of Denver, and close to the Wyoming border. My anxiety over this is mild, but there. Like any vigilant Mama who wantsContinue Reading “A Space to Acknowledge”
I’ve been riveted by the impeachment trial; not only for its historic nature, but to also see the timeline of events laid out clearly and chronologically for the first time. The impact of January 6 hit me again as the impeachment managers reminded us all, regardless of party affiliation, of just how perilous and harrowingContinue Reading “A Space to Pause”
This moment, this pause, feels holy. It is the space between what has been and what will be. Collectively, we have no choice but to wait. It is a sacred space, this pause. It is a space already filled with Love and light. Some get restless, we see their shouting and anger. I understand. TheContinue Reading “A Space to Pause”
The day greets me with news of fires, everywhere… Around, behind, above. The ash falls. In my home. On my car. In the fallen leaves. It is choking. Biting. Everywhere. Like the virus. Like the bigotry. Like 2020–all encompassing. I feel its downward pull. Visceral. Real. Strong. So, I sit silently with it. I takeContinue Reading “A Space to Accept”
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”