This March I turn 56. And for the first time, it is not a birthday I welcome. It will be the first one without my husband since we married over 26 years ago. My daughter is leaving home and moving to Colorado five days later. And I look in the mirror these days and feel old.
Sometimes we need a hand to hold. Even though we know we can do it, are strong enough, smart enough to do it, sometimes, we somehow, just don't. Sometimes we need a little extra help, to get us over a hump, a bump. To give us a hug, or a sweet smile, to hold our hand
Sitting in a room with other beautiful souls, participating in a Kirtan Concert with Bachan Kaur, I let the heavenly music wash over me. Eyes closed, heart open, the songs flowed and danced and invited me to settle deep and relax, let go. At the end of the evening, we were invited to share some
https://youtu.be/KWFWvcdQJO0 Stunned Heart Into the freezer. Hit me with the numb gun Safer there. No thoughts there, Time is frozen there. No moment after. No walk down the hall. No sitting in the chair. No looks of sorrow and dismay. No I’m sorry, so sorry. I’m sorry, so very, very sorry. My heart is
A week ago I wrote about fear and losing the battle to it as I contemplated going to an open mic. After last night, I am stepping back and questioning whether it was fear that held me back. Several friends suggested that there might have been a reason, a soul reason that I didn’t go. Maybe