As we merge into winter, turning the chapter on a bitter fall, my thoughts return to gratitude, spurred by nature. …When daylight dawned, I opened my bedroom window shades, turned on the porch’s twinkle lights, returned to my warm bed and faced the world...
While most every liberal friend I knew was all knotted up, I remained calm in the days leading up to last week’s tenuous national election. But then my innards got all twisty post the election results from Saturday until we—me, myself and I—had a personal coming...
From the perch of his high-backed Queen Anne chair, he stabbed his finger in the air and moved it in a series of dips and valleys. “That’s how you are right now. We need to get you to more of an even keel.” I was 25 and he was the first of a series...
Musings on this dark, early November Monday evening…. The change of seasons have a way of slap shocking me into the reality of time’s passage. Nothing else seems to have the effect of making me realize the years are spinning by faster and faster. And a...
I can feel it. In you. In me. It’s like a breath caught and suspended in our individual and collective throats. I originally wrote and posted the following on Facebook. It resonated with folks. And, I keep returning to the post’s message in my...
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...
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.
