There isn’t much in my life that happens that I don’t know I can learn something from. As I listen to my intuition to inform my choices The Love of Being Me
This year, I want to find the love of being me. I want my foot to fit the glass slipper and know that it mostly fits.
Finding a Way to Be the Most Me I Can Be
I’ve strayed off the path to myself. I’ve been an impostor for a long time. Maybe it began when I was a kid and I was told to be quieter and not draw attention to myself. Maybe that’s why I’m drawn to writing what I feel so honestly; so that I may rediscover my truer…
Embodiment of My Truer Self
I’ve been thinking about embodiment. This is the best word I can find to describe this deep need to reoccupy myself. I want to feel as if I know and understand myself truly, madly, deeply. I have this image of snapping myself into a chest plate that fits perfectly. Being inside myself and feeling that…
We are the Old People
In my exercise class this morning, an older gentleman said that he has one remaining elderly Aunt who is 98 years old. Once she passes, he will be “the old people”. How odd to think of ourselves as the “Old People”.. A friend of my husband’s conveyed how hard it was to watch his once…
What You See in Me
You know me. I’m that pretty girl who waited on you that one time in the cafe in Baltimore. I may have served you a drink at a bar downtown and had a kind and wise thing to say to you in your moment of loneliness. I’m that gal who waited on you in the…
Heeding Your Restorative Signals
I need a nap. I feel fat, pale, and ugly. I’m worn out from my 8 year old. I keep grocery shopping, cooking, and cleaning and it never ends. These are all things I could have said within the past year, especially during the lockdown dark times. I know I certainly thought them. And those…
Seeing Myself in the Mirror
My body has gone through many many changes in my 50 plus years. Growing up into a girl who then got her period on the day of a 7th grade camping trip. Valuing myself only for my body as an angry teen. Living the religion of pretty, fit, and desirable in my 20’s and 30’s….
Wanting What You Have
In an effort to fulfil our first world dream to achieve and gain, we forget and dismiss ourselves, our lovely lives and potential. In Wordsworth’s poem The World is Too Much With Us, he wrote, ”Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers; Little we see in nature that is ours; We have given our…
Comfort in Not Knowing It All
I was raised by know-it-alls who, no surprise, expected me to know-it-all. And I tried, really I did. I watched and learned how to be liked. I achieved knowledge enough to converse with anyone about anything. I even aspired to make Dean’s list in college only to find out it was way too much stress…
The Not Enoughs
I visited my therapist today and we spoke a lot about “The Not Enoughs”. I have a very intimate long-running relationship with them. And they show up a lot in my life and claim jurisdiction on everything from the way I feel about my body to my creative work. Perpetually harassing me with their proclaimed…
