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Monday, September 21, 2020 at 8:34 AM I’m committed to love and light. Not the squishy, rom-com, everything ties up in a perfect bow kinda love (although I am fond of that, too). But rather the deep in my bones, I will fight on your behalf and stand by you, I will tell the Truth even when it’s hard kind of Love.
Wednesday, September 9, 2020 at 2:36 PM Gathering with other writers is balm for my soul. In our recent group, the leader shared an exquisite poem by Natalie Diaz called "If I Should Come Upon Your House Lonely in the West Texas Desert" and asked us to write from whatever words or images beckoned us. Following us is what emerged. Enjoy!
Wednesday, September 2, 2020 at 4:03 PM White privilege is never having to consider the color of one's skin, because it is the default "color" on which the United States is based. If a reader experiences anger or discomfort with my statement that says 'I’m privileged,' then my invitation would be to consider what's happening. Why the response? What if they turned up curiosity toward the topic or themselves rather than rushing to fix the problem or dismiss my point of view? In my experience, curiosity is expansive and leads to conversation. Rigidity and judgment push empathy to the back seat and overshadow the issue at hand.
Tuesday, September 1, 2020 at 9:48 AM I carry many tools in my Mary Poppins' bag for healing, grounding, and living in this complicated world —meditation, journaling, card pulling, SoulStrolling, art making, ... Word or image prompts are two of my favorites, and today's post is a relatively unedited selection from my morning journaling.
Saturday, August 8, 2020 at 9:21 AM People, the TRAIN is WRECKED and no amount of arguing is going to put it back together again. We, as a country, are dying and no great slogan, fancy ball cap, memory test results or charts or signs waved in the media’s faces is going to make this country great again. Without healthy and secure and Alive people, there is no need for a train. What good is “great” if we can’t even define it, let alone see it, feel it, touch it, live it? Imagining a new existence for everyone is our best hope. It’s time for Revolutionary Love.