“We do seem to be living in a universe that is in a constant and unending state of creation. It’s never stopping. It’s never stopping here either. We are not witnessing that. We are PART of that. We come from that. We work into that." Elizabeth Gilbert
After my week of stillness in Santa Cruz, I’ve been swallowed by the busyness of daily life. Work has been hectic. R has been demanding and emotional while he’s getting over a cold. There’s been grocery shopping, dish washing, picking up toys, getting rid of toys [because there are too many and I can’t take … Continue reading Scarcity
I’ve been on a woodsy, restful, vacation this week. I took almost the whole week off from writing. A week off from patient care. I finished an oil pastel drawing I started weeks ago. Yoga everyday! I found a studio that offers a daily kundalini class. I’ve been knitting granny dishcloths while binge watching Parks … Continue reading Finding stillness in Santa Cruz
This time of year people are looking for a good read. I can’t say these are light summer selections for the beach or poolside, but these are books that have made their way through my hands during the past year and I recommend (in no particular order). Wild by Cheryl Strayed. In many ways this … Continue reading My Becoming Book List
Now that I better understand the feminine divine, I see that, because of her nature, she doesn’t fit easily into organized religion. She is too big and complicated for that. There are no instructions for breathing! How would you teach someone to inhale? Yet, I notice very quickly when I am becoming oxygen-deprived.
I no longer believe that God is in heaven, waiting to hear our prayer before he grants the wish. The power of the prayer or the fast is in the connection it gives us. We are to bear witness to each other. There is power in this. I am powerless over heroin. I am powerless over schizophrenia.
I walk onto the beach with board in hand, sinuses full of sea water and arms dangling like ropes. Some days you don't catch any waves. It's okay to be bad at things and do them anyway--actually it's recommended.
Happier may not fit, but I have a voice.
Just an original poem today. I think you all know the sort of day I'm talking about here.
We beat ourselves against the role and we bleed our pain. And while we do this, Heavenly Mother watches and waits. She whispers to us the truth that seems to only become visible through the pain, You are your own mother.