American Faith

I try to imagine why sometimes life is hard and doesn’t work out. We do what we’re asked and more, and still sit stuck in a space that we cannot mend from an old perch. Is it our fate at this time to suffer well, to bruise the universe and transform it through pain? To offer in sacrifice as our mothers did and theirs before, the struggle inherited from one generation to another. I feel the ghosts of ancestors holding my hand, loving me, making promises.

Patron of the Hearts

I was speaking with someone about his sister who died recently. He said she was a lost soul, never found a way to support herself and needed others to financially care for her. Then he told me she had the biggest heart he’d ever known, and about all the people who attended her funeral with stories about her kindness. Everyone spoke about how loving and giving she was to them, about the value she brought into their lives. I wondered if she ever knew this.

2019 The Year of Truth: Revelation and Eruption

This past year was punctuated by loss. People died in our lives. Others lost homes, jobs and relationships as well as faith and purpose. There are big empty gashes where something we counted on previously stood. For many, it was a year of endings.

Me and Maya

I dreamed about Maya Angelou again last night. She’s been in my dreams for the past two weeks, since I put my mother’s house on the market. Mom died in August following nine years of 24/7 care. The nightmares about her death only started after the house was listed. Maya has been with me in these dreams, a comforting presence to the fear.

The Hardest Thing I’ve Ever Done

I’ve made a habit of challenge and struggle in my life. I’m always choosing the impossible goal; reaching for something that has never been done before, the untried and untested. Living outside the lines of convention, I’ve fallen many times. Yet, these struggles have led me to the magnificent edges of what is new and rising and exciting.

2018: The BIG Deal

 

This was the most difficult new year’s blog I’ve written. I wondered why, gave up a couple of times, but its insistence to be heard pestered me. Maybe it’s taken this long because I sense January belongs to 2017, and it is in February when 2018 begins to show its face. I also believe this year will be so startling, it’s hard to think of the year as one linear flow. It feels more like a series of moments that hostage the months around them.

2017 Rise of the Designated Driver: Illumination, Action and Trust

You made it through 2016!

Take a moment to acknowledge, review and release this surreal past year. It has not been easy, but the person you are now is better prepared for what lies ahead.

The Pursuit of the Impossible

When you believe in something, never give up on it.

I’ve been thinking about this a lot, since I Indie-published my now award-winning novel, Trusting the Currents, a year ago. It’s been a looooog journey. One I tried to abandon many times, but the story wanted so badly to be heard, it wouldn’t let me quit. It still won’t.

The Strangest Adventure Yet

Of all the adventures I’ve had in life, and I’ve been blessed with many, turning Sixty (yes, Sixty!) is the strangest. No one tells you how suddenly it appears from the fog of youth. A ghost ship bearing the knowledge of quarry years, it arrives with no cannon’s roar.

Rebirth

April will be a month of profound change and opportunity. Of course, this feeling is seeded in the rumblings of my own life. Things are shifting; new ground is rising. April is a month of expiration dates. There will be unequivocal endings; to relationships and jobs yes, but mostly to something deeper…to our sense of identity. We are uneasy because it is so unfamiliar. Yet, if we can discard the weight of past patterns and thinking, and trust in what is not yet known, startling opportunities can emerge.