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...
Sometimes things don’t work out when and how we want them to because they aren’t supposed to do so. Sometimes the solution reveals itself is down the road in time. The week Tennessee and most of the nation’s shut down, we went from three personal...
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....
A bawdy artist friend posted on “the Facebook” about baring her untanned “excessive” belly flesh by donning in a sports bra and shorts for a stroll at the park and no longer giving an eff about the disapproving looks she received. It was the...
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.
