It was the first Christmas that my dad would not be with us. He wouldn’t be there to make us laugh with goofy stories and facial expressions. He wouldn’t be there to blink in irritation as travel plans went awry. He wouldn’t be there to help me design my annual gingerbread house. And he wouldn’t… Continue reading The Christmas letter.
I woke up one morning feeling so special. Not in an arrogant, better-than-everyone-else sort of way in which this statement might normally be taken, but in a genuine awareness of how special we all are. You. Me. Everyone. And it is this deepening awareness that so strongly makes me feel the need to tell you so. You… Continue reading The thing that changes everything.
Earlier this week, I sat on my bedroom floor, Dino curled up in his bed...my mind returning to lamenting some of the decisions I’ve made… the kind of thing where, just as you get to a new layer of forgiveness, it seems to pop back up--the judgments of others cascading or ping ponging, or whack-a-mole-ing… Continue reading Healing through forgiveness.
When I lost my dad, I didn’t feel I could connect with other people my age anymore… What did other 20 year old's know about caring for and helping to support a dying parent after college? Everyone else was off living their dreams… While I was stuck in a grief that it felt no one… Continue reading The power of connection in grief and loss.
Hello, beautiful souls, I'm going to play with offering a Sunday Post. An email or blog post of inspired goodness for you each week, something to help lift you up and hopefully feel less alone. I love Sunday's. They are so quiet. And today we had the privilege of some sunlight peeking through after the… Continue reading The Sunday Post: You are enough.
"You are a brave soul," she said. And something within me sat upright & at attention, so now I want to share with you that you are a brave soul too. These are the words down a blank sheet of paper upon returning home from an acupuncture appointment. I can still see the desk… Continue reading You are a brave soul.
I glance at the peony on the window sill, and admire its loveliness. It is a large bloom, a light and delicate shade of pink in color. I've known others to rave about peonies but I never quite understood. Perhaps because of never actually seen one in real life. Now I get it, I think… Continue reading For the love of peonies.
A blog post I wrote a year ago that was never published...my intention is the same, pure and true. And yes, it is true...our deepest pain often does hold our greatest treasure. May you enjoy and be blessed as you read every word. Much love to you, Caitlin . . . As I set out… Continue reading Thank you for honoring my story.
From March, this past spring... A lovely moment to bring you some peace and uplifting ease. Much love to you, now and always, Caitlin . . . Sitting on the floor today with Dino, one leg bent, the other outstretched--Dino snuggled up in the little crook of my knee, sweet eyes looking up at me.… Continue reading Sweet little bird.
Almost exactly a year ago in 2017, I started a new beginning. Here's how it went... (May we sing together, and unite in song, and together, set the whole world free.) Much love to you, now and forever, Caitlin . . . A friend sent me a card in the mail several years ago--one… Continue reading Remembering our wings.