I don’t know where the week has gone; I lost a day somewhere. This morning I had a minor medical procedure that threw the cadence of the entire day off. I’m not getting much done. Ah well. It’s a wet and stormy afternoon with thunderstorms and hail forecast—the kind of day that’s perfect for curling…
At some point, when one reaches a certain age and level of wisdom, it becomes apparent there are things it’s time to let go of. Don’t misunderstand. I’m not talking about giving up. No, this transition is more of honing into what’s really important in one’s life and embracing the tranquility that comes with the…
A Simple Prayer for Remembering the Motherlode We do not become healers. We came as healers. We are. Some of us are still catching up to what we are. We do not become storytellers. We came as carriers of the stories we and our ancestors actually lived. We are. Some of us are still catching…
We are a smaller than normal group this morning as some women have other commitments, but those who gather to share stories they have worked on since we met last month to the prompt “mothers and daughters” come with strong words, open hearts, and the willingness to be vulnerable within the circle. There are tears…
I’m sitting on the back deck writing this blog post. How sweet is that?! It’s the first time this year I’ve been able to do so and—fingers crossed—there will be more opportunity to do the same next week. There is a herd of empty pots here with me, and my little pup, Murphy. Lettuce and…
