FIRST FRIENDLY OFFER
For the last three months, I’ve found myself consistently returning to topics that have to do with the multitude of complex, confronting emotions that so many of us are doing our best to navigate as the world seems to be coming undone at the seams.
A life without intimacy is a life of survival. One marked by swift movements from one thing to the next, no time to stop and smell the roses, fill our cup to overflowing with the presence of others. Without intimacy …
Every year when December rolls around, I start to engage a set of muscles that I don’t use on a daily basis. Energy anatomy designed to cinch me together when a dozen rubber balls are loose in the room and I’m trying to track them all.
As we enter the final countdown to the U.S. presidential election outcome, it’s no surprise that collective feelings of apprehension and exhaustion fill the air. Elevated levels of upset, angst and uncertainty running parallel to the current of everyday life.
In the Northern Hemisphere, we’re gently gliding into Autumn. Even as we grasp for the final, juiciest tomatoes and jumbo-sized ears of sweet corn, seasonal shifts are beginning to show themselves. Changes that beckon, challenge and encourage us to align with the prompts of these wise, perennial cycles.
In the Northern Hemisphere, we’re gently gliding into Autumn. Even as we grasp for the final, juiciest tomatoes and jumbo-sized ears of sweet corn, seasonal shifts are beginning to show themselves. Changes that beckon, challenge and encourage us to align with the prompts of these wise, perennial cycles.
I’m on a crusade to de-vilify Mercury Retrograde. Which I realize might be a Crusade of One. Regardless, I’m thoroughly committed to the campaign. :: You might already have had a reaction to the title of this piece. An audible sigh? A furrowed brow? A snort of skeptical laughter? Instantaneous, fervent rejection of Mercury for
This month, I’ll be trotting down the lane of friendship. Wending my way through reflections about how this force in our lives is as essential as breath. Our dearest, long-term friends holding court for our unfolding, their presence as much a part of our soul-making as we are to ourselves. And equally, friends who temporarily
As you know, I like to lay down tracks for a monthly focus, as much for myself as for you – loose, broad brushstrokes to help guide our daily doings as well as moments of mindful practice and prayer. As May was winding down, I didn’t feel a strong directive as to a focus for
