So what's my word for 2022? It's a verb, one that seems obvious for the pandemic.
All I have to do is trust, just as autumn trees do.
Ten years ago today I received a breast cancer diagnosis. I thought I'd reflect on that day today and have a kind of celebration. But that's not what I'm feeling. I'm feeling a shift today, a letting go of that time 10 years ago. A letting go of the heavy energies of that cancer journey. … Continue reading A Shift: A New Decade Post-cancer
Boy, we are in a time of great dissension! So much argument. So much anger. So much pain. I'm someone who greatly dislikes contention and argument. I feel it in my chest. A tightness, a blocking off. I feel I have to defend myself— and my views (which I take as a part of myself. … Continue reading Trying to shift from defense to curiosity
I feel fear swirling around with these autumn leaves as we all think of what this week might bring. Here's my advice for all of us: Remember to breathe. Both in AND out.Remember you have friends, family—people you love— who will be upset with the outcome. Be compassionate. With them. With yourself—because you might be … Continue reading My advice for this week of U.S. elections: 8 short suggestions
I'm one who tries to look for the blessing inside the curse. Though I feel the unease around me as our society (and really, entire world) tries to figure out how to navigate the spreading novel coronavirus, I'm looking for the gifts that are inherent in a time like this. And what I'm finding is … Continue reading Yes, coronavirus cautions can improve your life in these 3 ways
Annually I ask for a word for my New Year, usually on New Year's Day. I follow this prompt from Abbey of the Arts: “give me a word” we ask – something to nourish me, challenge me, a word I can wrestle with and grow into. The word which chooses us has the potential to transform … Continue reading My word for New Year 2020
Even though I typically feel some sadness or melancholy around my birthday, that feeling caught me unprepared this morning. After all, it's a clear-blue-sky sunny day after a night of thunderstorms. Everything feels clearer, sharper. More alive. Except me. It's my birthday week. A reminder that I'm aging quickly, that life has gotten harder in … Continue reading Do you ever feel sad around your birthday? I do.
Even if we aren't conscious of these traumaversaries, they have an impact on us. Because—on some level—we remember the pain and connect it with that time of year.
Many of you know by now that each new year I let a word choose me -- as suggested by the Abbey of the Arts: "give me a word" we ask – something to nourish me, challenge me, a word I can wrestle with and grow into. The word which chooses us has the potential … Continue reading My Word for 2019