Choosing
There are two powerful forces in the universe. Like a magnet, one end attracts, the other repels. One of the forces will open doors while one will shut them in your face. One creates reality and the other can destroy … Continue reading →
Accompaniment anyone?
In the realm of the Enneagram I have the personality Type 2. What that means, and this has borne out to be true for me, I am at the entrance to the wide open door of my heart willing to … Continue reading →
Excruciatingly exquisite beauty. AKA Being fully human
Excruciatingly exquisite beauty. Feeling into the depths of what is most heart felt and what affects us at the deepest levels. Indistinguishable between pain and joy, suffering and exhalting. To know true beauty in its purest essence is to know … Continue reading →
Gratitude (Rewrite)
Maybe it’s the little things that matter most in life, like the one leaf stuck on the very top of a tree in our backyard. All the other leaves have fallen and been swept away weeks ago, yet one small … Continue reading →
Real Love (rewrite)
For most of my life I thought love was a verb. I treated it as a transaction. I did for others, gave of myself and in return wanted something back. That’s hard to admit and it’s absolutely true. I loved … Continue reading →
Softness (rewrite)
In every way Cindy was soft. Her skin was like a baby’s, her hands soft and her hugs melted every person who had the fortune to receive them. Her heart, words and the way she moved through every moment of … Continue reading →
Three Words (rewrite)
I didn’t live near Cindy Love for most of my adult life. I left after college and came back only to visit. For Cindy Love I was always away. When we talked on the phone she would always say ‘Mel, … Continue reading →
Stillness (rewrite)
This is my daughter sitting beside a lake in Canada when she was a teenager. The photograph is beautiful. She, is beautiful. She is poised, still and present to the beauty around her and her being emanates peace and … Continue reading →
Exquisite Vulnerability Rewrite
I saw something on my way into Philadelphia one fall morning that was terrifying and intensely beautiful at the same time. There wasn’t much traffic so I was going pretty fast. Along the very side of the highway was a … Continue reading →
Honest the Truth (rewrite)
‘If it ain’t the truth, it’s a lie.’ I don’t remember who originally said this. A poet and dear friend, Thomas Rain Crowe quoted this many years ago during one of our powerful and robust conversations while drinking a bottle … Continue reading →