Learning to take up space, authentically!
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 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”
My blog is about space: how we take it up and do we take it up in an authentic manner? As we navigate through this very difficult time, we’ve been asked to take up space in a new way: social distancing, elbow bumping, shelter in place…and the list goes on. Our sense of space isContinue Reading “A Space for all Things that Change”
I know, I’m getting ahead of myself…a bit. We haven’t even turned the clocks yet. And it’s still February. And it’s still freezing in the west. And the ground is still covered with patches of ice and snow. And a few days ago, we experienced a Snow Squall in Colorado. The National Weather service definesContinue Reading “A Space for Spring”
Be still and let the world happen. This thought came to me this week as I meditated. I love it! The process of letting go is so very profound. It’s a release. It’s freedom. The world happens and will continue to happen. I can’t do anything about that. But what I can do is toContinue Reading “A Space to Be Still”
I so very much love the holidays! I love the lights, the music (yep…I’m already listening to my favorite Christmas Classic station on Amazon Music), the cards, the tree, the baking, the family time. Yes, it can be stressful. Yes, it can be consumer-driven. I get it! But these past few years, I’ve chosen somethingContinue Reading “A Space for Quiet Reflection”
It’s not often that I find myself without something to write about. Usually, I can come up with something, anything! And yet, these last few weeks I’ve been a wanderer without her bearings. My writing is my compass, and without it, I’m always a bit lost. There were reasons for this, of course. First myContinue Reading “A Space for Silence”
The red leaf dancing in the morning sun reminded me of it, this thing that matters. It can be illusive, but the leaf reminded me of such things. There are reminders everywhere, all around. But they are missed. I miss them. Caught up in self-importance, we run right over the fallen Aspen leaf, golden andContinue Reading “A Space for Things that Matter”
Once you become a parent or aunt or grandparent, you are asked to be brave on a level you never thought possible. And I can guarantee that the very thing you would rather skulk away from and hide behind that tree for will be the very thing you are confronted with. And you will beContinue Reading “A Space to Stretch Into”
I’ve been thinking a lot about body image, especially as we age and after we have a child. We change. We morph…but does that mean we shame ourselves into being something other than our true selves? Does it mean we shape-shift into a space that is not authentic? I know that I have tried toContinue Reading “A Space for a Belly”