Mastering Slow
You know the fable about the tortoise and the hare? I’ve always secretly rooted for the hare. I know the turtle is wiser, more patient and certainly strategic, but the hare just seems like she has...
View ArticleReflections on August: Go Big or Go Home
There is something undeniably “in your face” about August. Let’s face it – it’s a bit of a bully. As the last official month of summer, it’s the biggest kid on the playground prodding its pudgy little...
View ArticleReflections on September: Mini Cooper
September races onto the scene like a bright red mini cooper doing 80 down a country road. We know it’s coming, we hear the whine of its engine long before we actually see it, and then BLAM, it flies...
View ArticlePicking Rocks as Therapy
I’m a believer in therapy. But recently I doubted its efficacy. It felt forced, invasive and energy-sapping. I almost gave up, but as I said, I’m a believer. Practically speaking, as a coach it’s...
View Article‘Tis the Season
I began with a new client today and she gave me a gift. She started her session by reading a poem to me – one that summed up why she was coming to coaching. It perfectly described the delicious energy...
View ArticleWhen You’re Full-Up
Some days just suck. Sometimes entire weeks suck. You know those times…when nothing seems bright, all you can see is what isn’t done, good, working, right. All you can see is the ugly underbelly of...
View ArticleLessons from the Lake
The halo effect from August is still very much with me. I just keep thinking about what a gift that month was to my psyche and my body. It’s still giving to me. In many ways, I feel like I swam my way...
View ArticleTouchstones
As is my ritual, I take a moment at the end of every month and reflect on what just happened – for me, in the context of what my clients are experiencing, or what I’m noticing happening in the world at...
View ArticleWinnowing
I slept horribly last night, and not for lack of trying. It happens when I’m approaching a creative jag, most commonly around the equinoxes in spring and fall. I know I’m not alone in this pattern – I...
View ArticleA Noble Goodbye
I’ve been thinking a lot about death these days. It’s not a totally unusual experience for me, especially now. This is, after all, the “waning” time of year – the season of the crone – where we put our...
View ArticleIf You’re Stuck, Think Sappy Thoughts
I’ve come to thinking of this time of year as my “season of UN”. UNfinished. UNresolved. UNrelenting. UNruly. UNderestimate. UNder the weather. UNsure. Unprecedented. Undecided. It’s the time of year...
View ArticleGoing To My Happy Place
The following is the transcript from my final piece of story from SheSpeaks, my evening of women’s storytelling 5.8.14, and set the stage for Donna Desilet’s story: Salty Tears, Salty Sea. I want to...
View ArticleRemembering
I went to a dance class earlier this week. I wasn’t supposed to. I was supposed to be working – you know, being productive – but for whatever reason I had an invitation from my friend land right into a...
View ArticleSimply Love.
The past two weeks have been hard. I’ve officially decided that the beginning of September is an annual shit storm no matter how I try and slice it. The air was sticky and suffocating. The noise and...
View ArticleWord Food
I am a huge fan of words. I have often said that my idea of heaven is being alone in a bookstore with no sense of time, just being able to roam endlessly among all those words. Books are my happy worm...
View ArticleLaying Hands on The Empty Spot
Last week I needed a lifeline. I got one (thankfully) when I reached out to a good friend. Here’s what was going on: My book, Unscripted: A Woman’s Living Prayer, finally came out on Amazon on December...
View ArticleEruptions From My Soul
Last week I wrote about the empty spot I was feeling inside me. The one that was created when my book was released, like a recently vacated womb. I didn’t plan on writing about that. That post started...
View ArticleHappy New Year
We were quite a sight that day, arriving at my youngest son’s elementary school for the annual “watermelon welcome”. A few people, seeing us hobble up the front walk, asked us if we had been in a car...
View ArticleA Living Prayer: Embodying Intention
The woman’s word was “WORTH“, and I watched as she went first, embodying each letter of that word — her intention – with her body, spelling it first forwards and then retracing it backwards. I was her...
View ArticleThe Right Hook of Physics
A couple of weeks ago, I wrote about this amazing experience I had where I literally drew my intention with my whole body. My intention? To be more luminous. I shared how I felt luminous as I embodied...
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