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Remembering Breath: and how much I needed a quiet morning
after days of fuss and stir, after being breathed on and pushed along by ant-hill crowds, in a flurry of hurry move shove bruise— to land. here. washed in birdsong. this sweet, small back and forth. held by the tiny, daily rebirth that is morning. What’s “Remembering Breath” all about? A daily devotion. A reverence […]
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Full contact listening—writing about it keeps me resilient
When I was little, I was convinced the old white pine tree next to our home and the puffy clouds in the sky were telling each other the most amazing stories. I thought that if I could just figure out the right way to listen, I’d be able to hear them. Tell me. You’re so […]
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Remembering Breath—and tiny bringers of wonder
You and I and soft wet air—skin of our skin— and a thousand tiny here and gone lights rise pale and yellow, blur constellations, separate stars from mythologies, repaint the night with mystery and leave wonder in their phosphorescent wake. What’s “Remembering Breath” all about? A daily devotion. A reverence of words remembering elemental kindness. […]
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Remembering Breath and trusting fire on the Summer Solstice
The quietest exultation slow spins the wave of me— dip undulate pull rise (long, slow breath) I have space enough to… to… … Trust, fire says. Trust what you have planted. What’s “Remembering Breath” all about? A daily devotion. A reverence of words remembering elemental kindness. I’ll be publishing these “reverences of words” here every […]
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This is brought to you by the letter “B”: for breath, beginning, burgeoning…
As I’ve aged, I have more time for tenderness, for the poems that are so earnest they melt your spine a little. I have decided that I am here in this world to be moved by love and to let myself be moved by beauty. I will defend an earnest poem, I will defend beauty. […]
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Remembering Breath {poetry}
You lean in your vase so quietly, moments away from dropping pale pink petals on this scarred cherrywood desk. What will I do if you are not here exhaling Peony? How will I breathe?
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Nothing living lives alone
I was paging through a book I love and was paused by this: … in this participative universe, nothing living lives alone. Everything comes into form because of relationship. We are constantly called to be in relationship — to information, people, events, ideas, life. Even reality is created through our participation in relationships. We choose […]
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Sometimes it really is all too much…and that’s OK.
I originally published this article in January of 2012, after the shooting at Sandy Hook Elementary School. Back then I was a life and business coach. Certainly my current work of facilitating writing workshops has me holding space for folks in a different way, but vicarious trauma can happen to anyone in any line of […]
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An unexpected conversation
Today I sat in community and nourishing conversation with independent business women, artists, solo practitioners—sisters in entrepreneurial endeavors. I brought with me my struggle with overwhelm and a question about finding and tending the energy needed to do my work with passion and integrity. I’m so glad I did. It was such a good conversation. […]
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moving with the stirring stillness
Spring is here whispering in my ear about possibilities and growing and how much she (somehow, I always think of spring as a young woman) loves waking up after a nice, long sleep. She’s so close, you know. Closer than the still monochrome landscape reveals. She loves this bit. The almost-ness of it. The yearning. […]
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