Spiritual

Behind the Shadows.

No matter what the eclipses of our lives and no matter where we stand in the darkness, we can be sure that the light will come, the sun will shine again. While the world is darkened with crime and the news is depressing with stories of hate, there is yet a light that shines in… read more

Soft, Not Strong.

The older I get, the more I think it’s not about how strong we are but about how soft we become. The more I meet people the more I want to know what formed them what hurt them and what still hurts them, and how their soul is moved and affected and changed by the… read more

(Tomorrow) We Will Still Be US.

Today is a good day to remember who I am and that nothing will ever change that. That no matter what, no president, no system, and no government can ever take my LOVE or my peace away. Nothing outside of myself has that much power. It’s good to remember that I am still the ultimate… read more

Grandpa’s Barn.

I took a walk through my Grandpa’s barn yesterday. I made sure I was alone so that I could remember all the things I wanted to remember. So I could hear the creaking boards and smell that musty straw and hay all mixed with horse hair and leather harnesses and cobweb dust. So I could… read more

Getting Angry, Broken Fingers, and Starting Over.

It was a morning from you-know-where. Hubs was away on business, and I was on my fifth full day of single-parenting and dirty laundry up to my ears, when things got really well… REAL. (Aka: “crappy”,”shitty”, “poo-ey”, “I-wanna-tear-all-my-hair-out-crazy,” whatever you call it at your house) ​She got mad, slammed the (car) door on his fingers.… read more

The Problem With Racist Cops. (It Starts with Us)

Wheww, what a week. Last week we were celebrating the greatness of this country, its independence and freedom and equality, and now, 7 days later we wonder if there is any greatness or freedom or equality left. I don’t know about you, but as a mother, I can not watch ONE. MORE. VIDEO or read… read more

Suicide and Dying With No Regrets.

I’m going to do the unthinkable and talk about suicide today. Yes, that dark evasive thing called death that no one wants to talk about, much less to acknowledge or admit to, much LESS around the holidays. Yes I know this is a “happy” blog, and yes I know this is not a feel good subject. But… read more

The Slowing. (A Poem)

Words come slow and steady on the paper where my heart and my tea pours, and I feel the warmth of the Autumn sun against my cheeks. It fills my mind with thoughts of beauty, of life, of death, and the endless cycle that it is. How nothing in this world lasts, but how it is good and helpful and wise,… read more

This One Year.

Sweet baby boy, How can it be a year since you came, face and fist, and eyes searching for your Mama’s? How can it be that you have been in my arms for this long and yet it feels like yesterday when I first held you? A year since you did somersaults in my belly, and flipped face down,… read more