“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world.”
Any astrology buffs in here? I was experiencing a couple of emotionally frustrating days, so I decided to check out some things in The Stars. Mercury turned direct again, but it’s still in a shadow period where its energies are kind of clicking back into gear, sometimes with a few scary screeches. An article I… Continue reading 29th Degree in Astrology + Saturn Return
12 days until I get married, and I’m crying like there’s been a death. I guess there has been — a month ago, a close friend: the mother of two people I care about so deeply, who feel like family from another life. Many lives. It’s all tied together — the joy of creating the new with the… Continue reading confessions from an almost-married woman.
The most radical thing we can do is love one another despite our differences.
i wonder
“I can’t sleep in this fevered dream.” It always starts with a “Yesterday” or a “Last week” or some marker in time, as if closeness or distance matters to what’s right, versus what’s right now. As it goes, yesterday, I received a surprise Reiki session, gifted by my neighbor and former client, Arthur. He wrote… Continue reading Writing and Editing at the same time, in one brain
Slow down. Wake up. Reveal. Empty that busy mind of past-thoughts. Shake the worry and fear of time; the present will not be rushed. Breathe in, breathe out, come back, be here. Anything can happen.
Maybe I should write, too. I coach clients to become better wordsmiths, storytellers, listeners, writers. I tell them to bleed onto the page, hold nothing but your passive voice back; make me care and think and bleed, too. Words punctual as divine timing. I do this, and I wonder if it’s some past life prayer… Continue reading Thoughts, post-beer, after shedding some wardrobe.
on editing: getting started is the hardest part. because it’s work, and the work is deep and exhausting. but, once I’m in it, in the rich and tender heart of someone else’s storm, i feel so calm and purposeful, directed. like a quiet ship that’s wading through with a white flag that says, “not to… Continue reading on editing: a seafield.
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