How to begin again

Sometimes, like lately, I find myself in a hole of my own making. This time its walls are made of sugar, self-judgment, and family stress. It’s a familiar hole. At first, I didn’t want to write a post about my mostly self-made stuckness. I didn’t...

A 2013 Tribute to You

I see all the times you followed your desires, without guilt or second-guessing or demanding a particular outcome. Even if only for a few breaths. I see all the times you stopped hurrying, played in the field of creative joy, took a nap, flowered with self-kindness. I...