In the grayness, there is a richness. Colors deepen.
A magnolia tree reached out to me this morning. Though, not only the tree. It was as if Grace was reaching through the tree and offering me an embrace. I accepted.
The embrace was warm and inviting. Whole and nurturing. Its purity stopped me in my tracks. How could it be so gentle and yet so overwhelming? Tears welled in my eyes and an unnamable emotion surfaced as I melted into the otherworldliness of the...
I realized that I was using my son.
I was using him to feel good about myself.
As he became a teenager, a feeling crept in. I ignored it until I could no longer. What was this feeling?
In a word, grief. I was grieving the loss of my little boy. Where did he go, that bundle of sunshine that lit me up with a level of loving energy so huge that it could hardly be contained in his little body?
Over the years, when I returned home after being out of town, my son would often greet me with an...
I turned off the television, thankful that an overly long movie had ended, and turned my chair to glance through the family room, to no particular end. My gaze danced its way to the windows.
Outside, the sky was overcast and all of nature seemed still. Dark clouds cast a gray hue onto the yard and projected the same grayness into the house. Inside, not a creature was stirring. All was quiet, my daughter in her bedroom—probably sleeping—and the cat, silently tucked...
"Beauty begins the moment you decide to be yourself."
Tears welled in my eyes as I read a furniture catalog. Yes, a furniture catalog. The layout of the pages, the photographs used, the story the copywriters were telling... it was all so beautiful!
It was as if I could feel the wholehearted intention of the artists who designed the furniture and the creative ones who compiled their catalog. It was a feeling of purity, of genuineness.
I love connecting on that...
On our last night of vacation on Maui, Josephine and I enjoyed dinner via room service. The lit sky caught my eye through the window as we finished, and I received an impulse to leave the room immediately and walk outside. It was a compelling impulse: it was clear and had movement to it, as if a part of me had already made the decision to go outside and my body and brain were playing catch-up.
I put on my shoes quickly and uttered a rushed goodbye to my daughter. The momentum was...
Mark wanted to stop at Peet’s on the way to The Nest. I didn’t think we had time to stop for coffee—even if we were getting it to-go. We were scheduled to meet a contractor at The Nest at 8:30 sharp. The contractor had actually used the word sharp!
Notwithstanding my desire to arrive on time, I could sense on an energetic level that Mark’s pull to the coffee shop was dominant, somehow more in alignment with Flow, than my desire to go straight to The Nest. I...
These are two awarenesses that anchored in me more deeply last week, thanks to a bodywork session with the talented Tricia.
Shortly after we began, I asked my soul about the tightness along my right side–what do I need to know? I got: Move forward.
A part that felt afraid to move forward surfaced. This part felt she would not be caught, would not be held, there was no net.
Tricia asked if there was an experience I have had in which that occurred, in which I moved forward and was not...
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