by LeisaHammett | Sep 4, 2017 | Art, Autism/Disability, Divorce, Grief & Loss, Midlife and Beyond, Motherhood, Obama/Politics, Spirituality, Travel, Uncategorized
A lot has happened in 30 years. Promotions, relocations; babies conceived and babies adopted. Two of the babies born with special needs. There’s been divorces, second marriages and second divorces. The babies grew up. Some flew the nest, a couple still remain....
by LeisaHammett | Jul 3, 2017 | Art, Midlife and Beyond, Obama/Politics, Spirituality, Uncategorized
Beauty is a true human need. In his seminal work, psychologist Marshall Rosenberg’s Nonviolent Communication, aka Compassionate Communication, identifies beauty as a true human need. In these confusing times of enormous national and global changes, I find that...
by LeisaHammett | Jun 5, 2017 | Art, Autism/Disability, Grief & Loss, Midlife and Beyond, Motherhood, Nature, Spirituality, Uncategorized
Mindful practices teach us to “watch our thoughts.” I’ve been watching. And lately, I’ve decided to wave a big ol’ yeller flag of caution. As I’ve navigated, with a nonexisting road map, the post-22 landscape of disAbilities—that...
by LeisaHammett | Apr 23, 2017 | Art, Autism/Disability, Grief & Loss, Midlife and Beyond, Motherhood, Nashville!, Spirituality, Technology/Blogging
Dominating our 20th annual Autism Awareness Month are issues of finding transportation to work; wages management;* that yet, unfinished art website, and my own next career move. Grace was diagnosed with autism in 1997—so, two decades with this known...
by LeisaHammett | Apr 16, 2017 | Art, Autism/Disability, Divorce, Grief & Loss, Midlife and Beyond, Spirituality, Travel, Uncategorized
“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.” Five years ago, I was one year into a five-year journey of healing from divorce. I’ve found it takes me, at...
by LeisaHammett | Jan 3, 2017 | Nature, Spirituality, Uncategorized
The park’s dull, gray, curving paths glistened a deep black, speckled with flecks of silver and blue—liquid mirrors of daylight and winter sky. A manmade canvas doused with a New Year’s first rain. A 30-minute walk in balmy air. A renewed love affair. One...
