My Superpower
This week I was in a meeting in which we were asked to think about our “superpower.” Mine is one I’m still developing. Thinking of it reminded me of a post I wrote about my superpower in 2021 for Laura’s…
This week I was in a meeting in which we were asked to think about our “superpower.” Mine is one I’m still developing. Thinking of it reminded me of a post I wrote about my superpower in 2021 for Laura’s…
This week I was away at a conference where I gave the keynote welcome speech. I really enjoyed it, and I loved interacting with so many people. And now as I sit in the airport waiting to fly back home,…
Tomorrow is my book release for Dance in the Meadow, Conversations of Self-Discovery, Clarity, and Love. To help launch the book, please purchase a Kindle e-book for just $.99. Yes, it’s just 99 cents until June 20! The paperback version…
What do you do when you become widowed, leave your church family of 45 years, retire from your job and move halfway across the country? You get real with yourself. Emerging from a season of loss and the unraveling of…
Where does time go? we ask. It goes with us. Time is ours to do with as we wish. We can embrace it, enjoy it, and work harmoniously with it, respecting its boundaries and strengths. Or, we can fight it,…
Dear Year 2022, You fooled me. You let me think the year was going to stretch out and unfold slowly. That there was no rush, that there’s plenty of time for everything and everyone. Now the year is coming to…
Ritual. That’s a word, a practice, that I have despised and regarded as totally unnecessary throughout most of my life. Thankfully, I’m learning how wrong I was. Now I appreciate ritual. I sometimes long for it. Ritual can be elaborate…
Sometimes change – any change – feels like loss and brings us grief. Grief is part of the human experience. We all carry it at one time or another, over one loss or another, to one degree or another. The…
December 2022. The year is drawing to an end, making way for 2023. I often have chosen to ignore the change of one year to another, insisting that it’s really just another day. It’s a continuation of our life, not…
Some days I have nothing to say. Nothing new anyway. Some days I need to simply stop and reflect on what I’ve already said, heard in my spirit, or read somewhere. Some days I already have so many unprocessed and…