This fall, I’m in a virtual Jungian dream group led by certified dream facilitator Laura Huff of Fire by Night Dreamwork.* It’s fascinating work and I’m learning a lot. Bi-weekly, our small group members rotate sharing our dreams. My second go at...
Dear Devoted Readers, (all three of you)‚ I’ve thought of y’all. A lot. But. The seductive pull of quiet, going deeper. deeper. down. down. inward. inward. was stronger. My right brain, versus my chatty, left, writerly brain, has taken over the controls....
Happy birthday, yesterday, to my only child. My daughter. My baby—now grown up young woman. Last year you turned a quarter of a century and those closest to you gathered at a restaurant and celebrated your milestone birthday. This year, while only a year older, of...
It’s odd how much can change in four month’s time. Especially while wading through the warped reality of a pandemic. Before COVID-19 came knocking, back when 2020 made its sparkly and starry-eyed with-hope-and-great- promise debut, I reconnected...
Feels a wee bit vulnerable to write this: I feel like I’m experiencing a creative renaissance…. I was nervous about Monday night’s storm. Sunday night’s….Holy. Nashville had what is being called a hurricane on land. Seventy mph winds. No joke....
Greetings to the echo chambers of cyberspace from a forgotten blog, marred by the convenience of Facebook, a too complicated platform, the increasing busy-ness of life. I think of you fondly and often. Sorta. Quick and dirty share here. A cut and paste from the thief...
From Heartache to Hope: middle tennessee families living with autism, a book by Leisa A. Hammett & photographer Rebekah Pope. Click here for more info plus ordering details.
