You want to write a book. You can feel a deep longing, and maybe even have an idea for a message or story that you’d love to share with the world. You want to help others. You want your story to help support them on their own path in a way that you would have … Continue reading The Art of Book Visioning
I melt into the navy leather arm chair, feeling my body rest down into it as never before. My shoulders relax, and something in my chest area starts to open and calm as I listen to Martha Beck say that all we ever have to do is this moment, right now. As I relax into her … Continue reading Blessings of peace for you this week…
I still remember standing outside visiting with people after church. I could feel the warmth of the sunlight on my skin, but I couldn’t feel the compassion or understanding of those around me. It felt like an invisible curtain appeared right in front of my face as I talked with them -- you couldn’t see … Continue reading 10 Ways to Connect When You’re Feeling Isolated & Alone
I have a note from my dad taped up on my bedroom wall. It is a note he tucked into a package he mailed to me while I was in college. It contained very precious cargo -- a dress I wanted to wear to an upcoming school salsa dance. I kept the note because it … Continue reading Your words are powerful + {I hope you dance.}
Maybe writing is the path. The path through the pain. So that as words are put onto the page, somehow the skies above -- the rain begins to clear. And we can see the light shining down from heaven again, just to know how much we’re loved. That each one of us must take our … Continue reading Always, and forever, and then after that.
The Story. While my dad was dying, I journaled all the time. I had a special notebook where I’d write down any thoughts, feelings, prayers, or anything that came to mind in the moments when I sat down to write. It was a sacred practice. Morning, noon, night--whenever the need struck, the journal was there, … Continue reading A Simple Grief Journal.
To me, writing is medicine. It’s like a warm cup of tea or a soft blanket draped around your shoulders in a moment you need it most. It’s also the crisp breeze or burst of fresh air on a cool fall day. Or the warm sunlight as it streams through the window and puts … Continue reading To me, writing is medicine.
