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....
It was the second time it happened. The first was in 1997, during the throes of grief and uncertainty after my 27-month-old had just been diagnosed with autism. The second time was sometime around 2006 or 2007. Sometime between relationships. I was at a redlight. Both...
I wasn’t raised in a family that laughed a lot. Except maybe at the expense of one another. Hello. ?♀️ (Code: Enneagram 8.) But as I’ve loosened and blossomed more and more into my essence through years, plus, with years of deliberate hard work on the...
COVID Quarantine Week…5? Or is it 6? I don’t remember anymore. What I do know is that I crashed bottom. Ironically, I wrote an unpublished post last week about the value of seeking therapy when one is hurting. I didn’t publish it because there was...
“Happy Resurrection from Fear to Love, from grief to joy, from ego to Field, from separation to Unity. You are Loved and kept in the Light.” —Rev. Dr. Kenneth Wheaton, Ph.D. These are times of darkness. Of fear. With the coronavirus pandemic, we’re...
Tuesday morning, 1:30 AM; 2:30; 3:30. I tossed into a dark night of the soul….Yet, I awakened with resolution….One of the many silver linings of this pandemic, amid the myriad of tragedies, is opportunities to confront my shadowside. I hear it’s...
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.
