Art, Writing & Big Magic, inner-work, loss

Sunrise, sunset! Wherein I (quietly) proclaim the genius of lesson #3

In hindsight I have so many questions for my former self. Why did you, former Sarah, take so long to start writing?  Why didn't you start using anti-aging face cream sooner? And why oh why did you sit in that suffering place for so damn long?

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Art, Writing & Big Magic, Birds, featured

Without you . . .

With sweaty palms and joy, I'm excited to announce that I'm finally launching my etsy shop! You are the first to know--not because I am trying to sell you anything (and I truly am not, and I also promise not to use this blog to promote the shop beyond sharing today's news!)--but because this is as much yours to celebrate as mine.

#100daysofhope, community, featured, trauma

Let’s use this fire-breath to bring down the patriarchy! (Or something…)

I understand that part of this anger is about my own deep wounds. My own story of harm by a mad man--and the perceived betrayal of the otherwise sane people who knew better than to believe a madman and ultimately align with a mad man. This is also what I know about being wounded: there is no greater pain that not being seen. We don't expect a mad man to see or understand our pain. He's not capable of it. But the ones who we know are capable of empathy and love? We except better.

humor, inner-work

A list of 20.16 gifts from the year 2016. No for real, I’m done bashing 2016. (For the moment.)

I have decided to take the high road with 2016. I'm done whining. Here is my attempt to make peace with the worst year ever.* 20.16 lessons and gifts from 2016 [amended: this is only parts 1-10 because my kid is mixing paints and that spells trouble.] A YEAR of this blog! Discovering the show… Continue reading A list of 20.16 gifts from the year 2016. No for real, I’m done bashing 2016. (For the moment.)

inner-work

The Winds are Slowly Filling our Sails

Solstice came! It occurred to me that while I am rejoicing the return of the light, others are like really Sarah?!  This means winter has started. In Iowa that means the frigid below-zero temperature winds will make it undesirable to leave your home. Not that it matters because the nearest Starbucks is AN HOUR AWAY. (Oh,… Continue reading The Winds are Slowly Filling our Sails

motherhood, trauma

Stitching it back together with love

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

inner-work, loss

Thank You for Sitting on My Bench

Can I hug you all? Seriously, consider these words a virtual hug traveling from WordPress to your computer or smartphone or tablet or smartwatch or whatever device connects us. Because THANK YOUS are in order. I wrote a post yesterday about how crappy things have been lately and how crappy this YEAR has been. I… Continue reading Thank You for Sitting on My Bench

inner-work, miscarriage

The Final Push (This Might Hurt)

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)

Birds, inner-work, motherhood

The Pine Tree (But it’s Not About the Tree)

The neighbor's pine tree was removed today. It stood several inches away from our property line. But it felt like my tree. The large crew of workers cheered when the tree came crashing down but I stood and cried. Oh I had plans, all internal mind you, to talk to our neighbors about my their tree. They told… Continue reading The Pine Tree (But it’s Not About the Tree)

inner-work, motherhood

A Lesson in Lightening Up, Letting Go

Which meltdown do I begin with? Me yesterday frantically trying to find my daughter's Halloween costume (the one I purposely bought early since I knew I would be busy traveling for work) only to lose it and despair over the fact? Or the blueberry smoothie that spilled over half the living room rug and had… Continue reading A Lesson in Lightening Up, Letting Go