We honor how we have grown, celebrate our gifts and pass them along for a new generation, a new cycle to grow.
Read moreAlchemy
A seed does not self-pity the dirt, the darkness; it’s sprouts; it grows; compelling itself to change with direction unknown. It finds a way to its given value.
Read moreStored Moments
I’m thinking about how a person knits two years together. They are seamless in fact but they are definitive a measurement, created from some being long ago. We continue to agree that this is the way and yet in the silence of the morning, alone with our breath, we each know we have our own way of measuring the phases we move through.
Destination Unknown
Trust the billowy movement to take you out into the far reaches of this existence. You must believe in the journey. Build your vision, stretch your wings, follow your compass. The creature flying toward you is an unfettered friend; a muse in these surroundings. What story do you want to tell?
Read moreBag 22: on repeat
(kind of lame but still good messaging)
Giving for Good
The holidays are really much more about community; giving can be for benefit rather than consumption. I believe firmly in every person having access to education and removing as many barriers as possible to achieve success. The students who access the Denver Scholarship Foundation services have much more gumption than me.
The truth is, I probably wouldn't have made it without the financial support of my father to get me through college. I consider this a weakness. I am immensely grateful for his support; it is one of the best gifts I ever received. I believe my college experience changed me for the better. I didn't know it when I entered university but I needed that time to marinate and grow in to myself. My dad told me years later, it was all about committing to getting the degree and making it through. I still miss him often.
Find a cause you're passionate about and "give where you live" or join me to help support the postsecondary school goals of the next generation by donating to the Denver Scholarship Foundation. Even a $5 donation can make a big impact.
P.S. Who's the curmudgeon in the background left copying my dad's outfit and photobombing before it was a thing?!
The Gingerbread House
She was on a journey, not knowing where she was headed, not even understanding what was unfolding before her eyes. She was just trusting her intuition to move her forward. The music soothed her and outside the rain came down at a slant.
Read morecoming hoME
The stories I tell myself swallow me.
I forget how to come home.
My heart is dark.
I constrict.
Ease is a friend that waves from afar.
It waits for me to come over and say hi.
Peace blooms from a seed.
I let go rather than control.
The moments come in waves.
They beg for me to unfold and embrace.
Joy sneaks in.
A feeling of lightness lifts me up.
I've been silent and missing.
But it's always there buried below my worries.
Connection follows.
I share my heart with others.
Reaching out warms me.
Love surrounds me like a warm blanket.
It is delicious and overwhelmingly everywhere.
The rest falls away.
I forget how to come home.
My heart is dark.
I constrict.
Ease is a friend that waves from afar.
It waits for me to come over and say hi.
Peace blooms from a seed.
I let go rather than control.
The moments come in waves.
They beg for me to unfold and embrace.
Joy sneaks in.
A feeling of lightness lifts me up.
I've been silent and missing.
But it's always there buried below my worries.
Connection follows.
I share my heart with others.
Reaching out warms me.
Love surrounds me like a warm blanket.
It is delicious and overwhelmingly everywhere.
The rest falls away.
Dad
The feeling of steadfast love and support. A warm smile and a sweet tone. A joy for life and a curiosity for learning. Laughing. Laughing.
