Fearlessly and fiercely loving

Fearlessly and fiercely loving

I like to say that I’m someone who likes to love. I like to profess, or is it confess, to having a big heart. To being mushy and a softie. To saying “I love you” to friends who probably would never consider saying “I love you” to friends. I like to love the people...
Why do I resist it if it helps?

Why do I resist it if it helps?

Another morning of yoga and another morning of wisdom. It’s funny, I had been thinking something along these lines as I walked to my 6am class. I had been facing a challenge, and had found something to ease my way. “A crutch!” my hypercritical voice yelled inside my...
Surrender? Seriously? Here’s how…

Surrender? Seriously? Here’s how…

I know I’ve written about surrendering before. I guess I’m a broken record. (Does anyone even know what “broken record” means anymore? Now that we don’t have records that get scratched and skip – and repeat the same thing over and over and over?) Maybe I’m the...
A yellow bird dive-bombed my car!

A yellow bird dive-bombed my car!

I had just started admitting…or even complaining. There seem to be no yellow birds this year. I sit in my quiet time every morning, on my side porch, waiting – looking – for my yellow birds. Nothing. I drive through the streets, fully aware of where I’ve seen them...
The paradox of abuse

The paradox of abuse

My therapist explained it to me years ago. The paradox of abuse. On one hand, you want to hide yourself in shame, determined that no one should be aware of your secrets. On the other hand, you want to shout it from the mountain tops, so that everyone knows and...