In December, after hearing Cheryl Strayed speak at UCLA, I considered what might feel like prayer for me (See Walking is a Prayer). The piano came strongly into my consciousness. I took lessons from age 8-15. I have always felt that I should be MORE accomplished with the piano than I am so when I … Continue reading Our Lady of Chains
I read an article recently that suggested that when anxiety appears, you have a conversation with it. Being the eager guinea pig that I am, I decided to give it a try and it was really helpful. At the risk of revealing my inner crazy, I’m sharing it here. Me: I think there are two … Continue reading Hello, Anxiety. Who are you exactly?
A couple of weeks ago my sister came to visit. We watched a movie that we had both seen before, but I hadn’t seen it for years and I didn’t even really remember the plot. It’s a charming story that is a brilliant blend of the mundane with some time travel, the moral of which … Continue reading That is what Christ would do
When I was 17 my mom made me a prom dress. It’s still one of my favorite pieces she has created, which is saying something because this is a woman who has spent thousands of hours behind a sewing machine. Since before I was born, she sewed dresses for herself and my sisters and me. … Continue reading Rebellion in the sparkling line of costume gems
The night before I traveled to Bethesda, I went to see my acupuncturist. She is an incredible, Scottish woman with multiple sclerosis. Incidentally she is also a talented painter and has a wonderful mind. I asked her for a last-minute appointment because when I woke up that day, the left side of my neck was … Continue reading Day 4: A wound that is in the process of healing
I’ve done a lot of journaling today exploring my prompt: What is it like to be me in the world today? Honestly, it’s kind of a mess. I just got over the 24-hour stomach flu. It was wicked. I could hardly get out of bed yesterday except to throw up. I had R most of … Continue reading I am willing
This week I’ve had the intention to find the temple inside of myself. I am really enamored with this idea that God is within me. That by knowing myself better, I will know God. Focusing on perceived distances from God will not bring me closer to him. It’s interesting. With how I’m approaching life now, … Continue reading Is there no other way?
Years ago I was traveling in Guatemala and visited Tikal. It’s an amazing Mayan ruin site, the one with pyramids topped with elaborate roof combs reaching up from the jungle canopy. This was my second visit to this site. It was toward the end of the day. We had already explored all of the more-restored … Continue reading A calling from a Mayan shaman
I’m coming out of the dark today. Sitting on the beach, typing to you, dear readers, with the waves crashing before me and the sun on my face, salt in my hair. I’m thinking about what it takes to rise as I try to do rise AGAIN. The last two days have been dark. I spend … Continue reading How to pick your face up out of the mud
When I started this blog, I was inspired by Glennon Doyle (OBVIOUSLY because I quote her in most of my posts…and really I’m holding back by not quoting her as much as I would like to). She said that when she started her blog (momastery.com) she used the prompt, “What is it like to be … Continue reading Honest rage