Four is learning to whistle along with Peppa Pig. Four is puppet shows and pirouettes.
I am sitting here in my favorite oversized sweater that smells a little bit like beagles, but maybe that makes me love it more. I wore this sweater while studying for exams in law school. I wore this sweater in the drafty farm house in Iowa as my belly grew larger and larger when pregnant… Continue reading Stitching it back together with love
I've had a huge amount of crap healing work surface this past week. The kind of stuff that a year from now I will look back on and muse, that was so powerful and worth every painful moment. But when you are living it? Total and utter bologna. In fact, I have decided 2016 has… Continue reading The Final Push (This Might Hurt)
I started this blog a little more than a year ago and so much has changed in that time. I thought about this earlier this week as I rolled a pie crust, dancing to Lady Gaga and Tony Bennett, belting out old standards that my mom loved. I felt so much joy. This was possibly… Continue reading A year later: broken open but not broken
I love Parker Palmer's writings so much. I had to share this quote I stumbled upon. P.s. May all stay safe in the face of storms--internal or external. (We were spared from Matthew and feeling so very grateful. Prayers to anyone impacted.) As you integrate ignorance and failure into your knowledge and success, do the… Continue reading Embracing Brokenness
A few months ago my friend gave me a plumeria cutting. Even if you have never heard of Plumeria I guarantee you have seen their blossoms: they produce the beautiful flowers that are used in making Hawaiian leis. When my friend offered me a Plumeria tree cutting I jumped at the chance to grow one. Until… Continue reading And Then…Growth.
It might be that I simply dreamed about an almost-dead cat. But I'd like to think it was something more: A sign that I am starting to feed the feminine, magical side of my psyche. Two nights ago I had a dream that I came home to discover a long-forgotten cat. I found her lying on the floor and… Continue reading Feeding the Feminine
I know where one chapter of this healing ends. It ends with surrender to pain (always through writing) and a mother who continues to parent from beyond the veil.
I have a confession: I didn't fully believe my mourning birds. I'm talking about the birds behind this blog. The birds that came to me and were like, hey, Poppins! HELLO. And I was like, Hi? And they were like, We are your blog's omen. (Who knew blogs had omens.) So, I looked it up. Mourning… Continue reading Hello From the Other Side