Giving Ourselves Permission to Cry, Wail, & Moan

One of my earlier memories is from a dirt clog fight with friends in Kanas.  Picture a snowball melee with dried clumps of dirt.  In our childhood enthusiasm, one of my friends pegged me in the face … with a rock hidden at the center of the soil.  Ouch!  While...

The Rain’s Secret (A Poem)

“The rain told me a secret this morning,” “It wants to let you in on it too,” she shared. So, outside I sat, quieted, receptive, and slowed, Listening to the murmurs of small splashes.   As I settled, the waterfall of noise resolved, Into...

Letting the Spirit of “How May I Be of Service” Guide Us

In telling my story lately, my eyes have been opened to two key words in my life: Lack and Enough.  While insecurities bias me toward a space of lack, wherein I find my worth in the number of students in my classes, the amount of “likes” on social media,...
Everyone Belongs, There’s More Than Enough

Everyone Belongs, There’s More Than Enough

Cheers Beloved! My first memories are from Germany.  My dad was in the Army, so I lived in Western Germany twice before I turned 12.  Growing up in a foreign land, living under the threat of nuclear war, having to stay inside because of Chernobyl, watching soldiers...

The Power of Self-Study and Celebration

Perhaps the worst and best part of both my divorces was the suffering.  You see, when my mental landscape was littered with boulders of blame and judgment toward my ex, MY LIFE SUCKED and I went into a downward spiral.  Yet, when I switched from being a...