true. Our breath is always waiting to bring us to the next place.
Our nature when in fear or flight is to hold our breath. Holding it
in. Holding it together. Holding back the tears, the trauma, even
I found out recently on a dating app of all places that Robert Frost's poem, "The Road not Taken" was actually a poem written as a joke to his friend the poet, Edward Thomas.
When they went out walking together,Thomas couldn't
Imagine one morning waking up and saying, "I can't do life like this for one more day." I bet we all can imagine. My friend Dr. Mark McMahon was driving his car three weeks after his father had died and
Everyday a note from the Universe comes into my inbox. Often times I miss it and other days it catches my attention. Here was today's message:
"See? I told you everything was lining up for you, Louisa; that the right people were headed your
It's been a while since I've written. How are you really? My dear friend J.D.
would ask this question and you would pause because he was waiting for your really.
I wish I could call J.D. and hear those words. He created
Recently, I found myself at the beach at low tide. It was a crisp, sunny sixty-degree day and my walk stopped when I came upon the rock jetty, fully exposed by the receding waters.
I sat down to clear my head and
I am not a patient person and "Good things come to those who wait" is probably my least favorite inspirational phrase.
One of my favorite modern day mystics Richard Rudd shares that, "Impatience is the cause of vast problems in our world
On Saturday night I
drove right into a snow white-out. I
left my house with small flurries floating in the air. I turned up a
hill into a snowstorm, and quickly lost all visibility.
I intentionally do my
best to avoid the snow and not drive in