"Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven." ~ Rabindranath Tagore As a child, I used to climb the huge white pine tree next to our home. I'd cling to the trunk like a little girl barnacle as the wind blew and the tree swayed. I was convinced tree and sky … Continue reading Our greatest challenge is our greatest gift
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
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.
Almost one year ago I chose to step back and reevaluate who I wanted to be professionally. I dove into this process because - despite successfully supporting my clients through empowering changes in self-perception, and in how they lived their lives - the purpose of my business felt murky, and my identity as a practitioner felt … Continue reading Starting Over … Again?
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
Is anyone else feeling a little smothered by, or impatient with, bigger than life drama? You can probably tell by my question that I am. Usually, I’m a pretty unflappable person (I’ve even been told that people feel more at peace when they’re around me -- very grateful to know this), but like everyone I … Continue reading “Where the fluffnarts are we?”
