A friend asked what caused me to take a deep dive into all that chocolate last Friday. I couldn’t think of a reason. But today I figured it out. I ate all that chocolate because I was sad. About Leda. […]
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I open my arms wide to accept and appreciate an abundance of blessings, Blessings I’ve imagined and blessings beyond my fondest dreams,* Blessings from the top of my head, all through and around me, to the soles of my feet,
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So be it. So be it. So be it. So be it. So be it. Before I say those words, I lift my hands from my knees, bring them out to my sides, then reach my arms high to bring
…so that I may enjoy my life and home, tend to my field, and put my ass where my heart wants to be. It may seem odd or selfish to start with enjoyment, but I spent so many years trying
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This week the ‘guest’ is me. I’ve been public about the hard time of Trent’s passing, but this one, my first really hard time, I’ve kept private. I was ashamed about this part of my history, but not anymore. Thoughts
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“I am all these things so that I can fulfill my divine life intentions: To be a creative maker, A good friend and partner, With an abundance of health and wealth in all its forms…” I believe we come to
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As I’ve been doing these posts on my morning meditations, I’ve made some changes. Changing ‘persevering’ to ‘gritty’ was one of them. Before ‘persevering’ the word was ‘persistent,’ but that one felt incomplete, as if I was rolling a rock
I have been authoring since I was in elementary school, when I wrote a story, copied it onto construction paper, drew illustrations, tore up a cotton ball for glued globs of snow, and punched holes so I could tie it
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Brave isn’t necessarily Joan of Arc mighty on her white horse, sword held high. My definition of brave is more mundane: brave is saying or doing whatever needs to be said or done, despite any feelings of fear. Brave doesn’t
In 1984, when my mom was 54, she had her first opportunity to vote for a woman Vice President on a major party ticket. I don’t know if Mom voted for the Democratic ticket of Walter Mondale and Geraldine Ferraro,