I’m a night-owl. My creativity most often has the same rhythm as night-blooming jasmine, waking after dark and coming into it’s fullest in the depths of night. Mornings though? Mornings are more about foggy thoughts and stumbling feet. One winter morning I was waiting for tea to brew (and trying to remember my name) when … Continue reading The highly sensitive advantage
My mind is often the trickiest part of myself to nourish. It tends to get cluttered and overworked, managing tons of details. It also becomes a haven for worry and seems to attract other people’s “stuff” until I’m overflowing. (Highly sensitive friends, I'll bet you know exactly how this feels.) When I need a good … Continue reading Monday Moorings: mother nature meets mind chatter
Come home to this moment. Breathe. Restore your equanimity. Carry on.
What I love about you and me is this: we’re different. We are part of a community of 12 - 20% of the population offering unique and needed skills, perceptions, and perspectives for the Conceptual Age. One of the things I also love about us is that we face similar challenges. Like the challenge of not believing … Continue reading What I love about you and me.
Consider this... Water contains currents that move on multiple layers and in multiple directions simultaneously. It’s energies are complex, it’s potential patterns are many and seemingly endless. It is also relentless, determined, and always, always finds a way around obstacles. And ... you contain a great deal of water, my friends.
So many people I talk to feel as if they have a hole in their heart where a sense of belonging is meant to be. I get how they feel. I know that hole-in-heart sensation. So many of us - high sensitives (HSP's), multipotentialites (Renaissance Souls), sensory outliers, evolutionary forerunners - know this feeling. When … Continue reading Yes. You belong.
Once upon a time, there was a shy little girl with a timid little voice who never, never told people what she was feeling from the world around her. It felt dangerous to let people know what she was observing, you see. So, she silently blended in, laying in the waving grasses, watching worlds unfold: insect and seed, … Continue reading How an HSP found the courage to speak out
So, when " the unknown" spoke up during my meditation I was confused and a little startled. Really? I was even more surprised to learn that the unknown can be an ally. "Unknown" is a presence. A beingness. Yes! Not surprisingly, the "Unknown" is a presence of few words, but I'll describe the images and … Continue reading Making friends with the unknown
I didn’t realize how depleted I was until I stopped by my favorite woods today. Until I rolled to a stop, turned off the car and the sound of birdsong and leaves in the wind filtered into my cells. Tears started when I felt those trees wrap their ageless presence around me. I handed them … Continue reading Plugging into the trees: recharging my heart
A young redtail hawk has moved into the trees along our tiny stream. His “screeee!” slices through my prevaricating when I’m untethered and floundering. I’m forced to stop chasing the monkeys in my mind and focus outward. To him. He (I’m almost certain the hawk is a young male) hunts our wet meadow most days. … Continue reading Occupy Your Resilience