FEELING IT

FEELING IT

A couple of mornings ago, when my son woke up and came out of his bedroom, he found me sitting at the kitchen table, staring at my computer, my eyes moist with tears. Concerned, he asked me, “What’s going on, Mom? What’s happening?” I wiped away my tears, looked at...
When I Think I Know Anything, I’m A Fool

When I Think I Know Anything, I’m A Fool

When I think I know what to expect from someone’s heart or mind or soul, I’m a fool. Anything my mind perceives about what can and cannot be healed is limited perception at best. Some I’ve initially imagined might be traumatized beyond repair have then revealed an...
In All Directions (A Mother’s Day Story)

In All Directions (A Mother’s Day Story)

Seven years ago on Mother’s Day eve, when my kids were ten and six years old, I decided to sit in ceremony with a dear medicine woman sister. It was just the two of us. In my fantasy, it would be a sweet, nurturing Mother’s Day gift to myself, a chance to open my...
Easter Eagle’s Vision: Loving What’s Here

Easter Eagle’s Vision: Loving What’s Here

Last night I shared one of those dinners with my wild, disheveled teen offspring that set my heart in its rightful place. There was nothing special or extraordinary about it. We hadn’t even planned on sharing dinner together. In my kids’ busy schedules these days, we...
Meeting You

Meeting You

Meeting you today in the tenderness that comes with being alive. The sheer tenderness of relational existence; of being human in relationship with other human beings. The honest tenderness of being inseparable from the pulse that fuels both war and peace. Meeting you...