The Surface of My Mother, the Shadow of My Father: I Am Digby’s Daughter.
I am not defined by my father’s failings, nor my mother’s feelings about them. I am free to embrace the aspects I choose.
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Planetary Tribe: I Wish For Us To See Each Other.
But now we know and we feel more and more every day; the others are actually pieces of our own puzzle. They carry the energy and inspiration we need every day to fuel our lives. They give us the love we seek and they share with us the ideas we can develop. They might have found the key we lost, ...
Learning To Stretch & Break Free Of The Cobwebs That Bind Us.
Every now and then, I simply want to chuck all this surrendering business I’ve been exploring… I look up at the sky, scowl, and raise a manicured fist. “What’s your problem?” I grouse. “Would you please go pick on someone else for a change?” But Joe Ellis was relentless in fifth grade, and so, ...
What Would You Embrace If You Knew You Had One Year Left To Live?
We tend to be obsessed with the future. We plan it as much as we can, trying to build the best possible one. In a way, that’s why we do our best — here and now– to focus on our previous choices, because we search for a way to make them profitable. We say that if we are able to stay in this or ...
How To Stop Perpetuating The Cycle Of Fear.
I’m here to tell you that it is okay. You don’t need to worry, be sorry, or expect unrealistic things of yourself. I want to let you know that none of us are prepared for life. We’re born naked and helpless, victims of circumstance, and unable to choose when, where or how we come into, ...
Find the Light When Body Image is Knocking You Down.
Take a moment and write down 10 things you are grateful for about your body. Think of more than what you can see. What you can see works too, but even more so, think of the things your body does every second to allow for you to live and breathe. Start there. Feel the beauty in that.
Tell Me Of You & Let Us Share Our Naked, Sacred Selves, Darling.
I long for a world where our words flow unburdened from our hearts and out of our mouths -- welcome as sunshine and ready as spring, warm as that first May day.
Rising into the Storm: Women Who Burst Open with Age.
Fear does not thrive if boxed up, labeled obsolete and tossed in the dumpster. So often fear stems from a biological imperative — a worn-out gag for post-childbearing women. Fear is manifesting in reverse. And a ticket to misery.
