Doing some project planning, I looked at my upcoming events and YIKES! is there a lot happening. Events and classes to facilitate; projects to develop, self-care practices to practice... It's joyous tangle of quiet creativity and sharing what I've created with people. I both LOVE and DREAD when my work finds this rhythm. My multipotentialed self is … Continue reading Being an HSP, multipotentialed entrepreneur
Sometimes the most important things can be said in a few sentences. We are clearer, happier, more effective practitioners when we feel connected. We build our bridges of connection through our senses. Our senses need nourishment so they can continue connecting. Scent is the most direct way to nourish our senses. Come to Scent of … Continue reading The best TLC
Tumultuous, yet full-of-potential edges between seasons always make me think about life transitions. Those transitional edges between the here and there of our career, relationship, or self-discovery we all walk at times. For me, one of those self-discovery edges has been my ongoing dance with redefining and reclaiming the idea and practice of leadership. With typical … Continue reading The leading edge of leadership
I was paging through books I love recently, open to inspiration but not really paying attention when I read the quote below. It snapped me into mindful presence like a cold wind to the face. “... in this participative universe, nothing living lives alone. Everything comes into form because of relationship. We are constantly called … Continue reading Don’t silence that thought….please!
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
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
A stream called me this morning. Not on the phone, though it was adamant enough that had it fingers phoning might have been an option. Instead it kept inserting an image of itself between me and whatever I tried to do. I could hear its gurgling rush laughing over rocks and urging me to "come here!" "Come here, … Continue reading Obstacles be damned…