Light is a Choice
My parents were married for 67 years. That’s more, much more than a lifetime for some people. For my Mom, it was a lifetime. She was 20 years old when she married my Father. When I consider what she is … Continue reading →
To the subscribers of this blog
Dear Subscribers, The recent blog is formatted incorrectly and is a mess. My apologies for this. It does not appear the way you are seeing it for me on Word Press as I write and edit. I will fix the … Continue reading →
The Art of Letting Go
I haven’t written for a while. After a surge of writing I went into a space of blog silence. My father died suddenly a few weeks ago and though I have much to say it has been difficult to sit … Continue reading →
Changing, Blankets and Bowls
Compassion and acceptance are two of the best vehicles for creating positive change. We can’t effectively and sustainably change any other way. Sometimes we force ourselves into change, like putting on cool shoes that are a little too small only … Continue reading →
The Sweet Storm
Neil has always called me Sweet Melody. He recently wrote me an email and crossed out the word Sweet and added Storm and I became Sweet Storm Melody. I love it. I am sweet and I am a storm. I am … Continue reading →
Aun Aprendo
Francisco de Goya drew ‘Aun aprendo’ when he was 80 years old. ‘Still Learning’ is one of his greatest works. It reveals an old man bent over, needing two canes to walk. His head is up and he is moving … Continue reading →
Seismic Shifts
I savor the comments you write to me like a delicious and rare piece of chocolate that I may never taste again. I unwrap them again and again lingering over the words that express beauty and solidarity with me. Through … Continue reading →
Easter is Coming and I’m Cracking Up
I’m cracking up. Some may say I’m losing it. It feels like I’m going crazy and kind of out of my mind in a really good way. I’m cracking open and splitting apart into a thousand pieces by a force … Continue reading →
Broken and Un-Ashamed
I am broken. There is no question about it. My life is a mosaic of many different pieces broken apart, scattered and glued together into something that doesn’t quite resemble a clear picture. Un-ashamed. That’s where I’m going. I’m heading … Continue reading →
The Storm of Grace
When I was dancing and choreographing it took many years to begin to hear my ‘voice’ in the work I was doing. Once in a very long while I would make a dance that was so clear, I knew it … Continue reading →