Learning to take up space, authentically!
I have to admit, I don’t love my birthday. It’s not about getting older, not really. For me, it’s about missed opportunities and things not done. I fear not doing something great with my life. And then I look into my child’s eyes. What is greatness? What is worth? Something must change…I feel it toContinue Reading “A Birthday Space for Healing”
We are in the thick of it now! Christmas, Hanukkah, and all other celebrations are in full vigor! I love this time of year. Despite the buying and bustle of it all, I truly love what this time of the year means. It’s why we feel that snow on Christmas is magical. It’s why weContinue Reading “A Space for Quiet Reflection During the Holiday Season”
The images today are tough: fires, harassment and assault, unkindness in general. Maybe it’s because it’s the holiday season, or maybe I’m just tired of seeing the ugliness. I know we can be better. Good lives within each of us…this I truly believe! So as I walked past one of my favorite ponds, I feltContinue Reading “Reflections in a Pond: A Space for Gratitude”
I just love Thanksgiving! A day dedicated to giving thanks! Glorious. I hope this moment finds you at peace. I hope this moment is filled with authentic space. I hope in this moment, you can feel the divine…whatever that means to you. Peace and thanksgiving! -Shelly
Today, I grabbed my kid and squeezed and hugged and kissed him until his soft blue eyes looked at me incredulously; what the heck are you doing? He’s not yet speaking, but wiggled free from my grip and toddled and giggled over to his toys, oblivious to the carnage in Las Vegas. Enough! No moreContinue Reading “The Space of Enough”
I was up early with the puppy. He was restless in his cage, so I grumpily peeled myself away from my warm husband and warm bed, put my socks and shoes on, and zipped up my puffy jacket, all the way up to my ears. I was cold. In the dark, I fumbled for Wiggin’sContinue Reading “The Transforming Power of Space”
I had another post ready to go. But that one can wait. Harvey and Irma and 9/11 are too raw, still. They have shifted my space for the moment, and looking around at my world, my space feels very sacred. In moments like these, when the fragility of life moves in, space resonates with aContinue Reading “Sacred Spaces”