Living Without Skin: Everything I Never Knew About Fierce Vulnerability is finally here! Click on Buy the Book in the banner above to get your copy today, or find it anywhere books are sold! Feeling vulnerable is frightening.Being fiercely vulnerable is phenomenal. Most of us spend a lifetime trying to avoid pain and insecurity while […]
Training
A Little More Haphazard Blogging
It seems as good a time as any to check back in here, especially since my last post was in November, 2020. I feel pretty confident that none of us were sad to see THAT year go. As we came through the beginning of 2021, it appears many of us were just trying to find […]
Rip
The year of ripping, of goodbye, death, of the word “cruel” and being able to say “you are not who I thought you were”, the year of sickness, when the whole world stopped. The year I broke open, and my guts spilled out onto the paper, into the earth, when I learned that spirit is […]
Reflections
A decade ago, starting life over. Love, work, school, life. The culmination of a few years of darkness. Painfully shedding the self I had known for 40 years. Moving, kicking and screaming, into the unknown ahead. Midway to end, learning, growing. screaming, learning. Graduating, working, parenting, travelling, learning. New friends, new family, a soul mutt, […]
Lessons In Training For A Marathon (Or Learning To Write As Art)
“How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time.” We’ve all heard the cliché describing the undertaking of anything that seems overwhelming. So it is with signing up for a writing course when you’ve never written anything for publication. Except it isn’t. Does fear of vulnerability, exposure, or failure exist at the prospect of eating an elephant?
How My Dog Taught Me Yoga
Downward dog. Downward facing dog. Observing a 115 pound Great Dane do this truly makes one respect the art form. Large (but not too large) and graceful, this girl puts her big bucket head flat to the ground and gets the full stretch from her harlequin hued hamstrings. This is usually followed by a massive yawn and a groan that makes me laugh out loud. We’re talking about her groans, not mine. Mine aren’t that funny.
