Hello friends, The day I heard the phrase death by a thousand cuts something in my mind was freed. In its origin this phrase is in reference to a penalty that was reserved for the very worst criminals in imperial China called lingchi. In modern times it is common to hear it used as an expression that something that appeared survivable once (a small cut) was not realized for its.. Read More
Today I noticed the way love shapes and forms like an artist who is not limited by circumstances or seeming hindrances. Love creates in every time, place, environment, and way—it more than creates—love gives! As if this was not enough of an astronomically vast gift that we get to co-exist beside and within, there’s more. Love wastes nothing. I have often chosen limitation and a sense and belief of lack.. Read More
Helloo Old Friends, If you can see the pics above you will notice just about every single one of my children are now taller than me, some by an entire head! As you read and scroll down you’ll get a small glimpse of where we’ve come from… what an indescribably precious gift! It’s been ten years since I began my blog and my babies and I were exploring every green.. Read More
I was sitting at my friend’s quiet farm table when I remembered the way to write when I don’t feel like it or think I have something significant enough to say. Just start. Then Jesse-dog came over and sat on my feet, as if to say, stay awhile longer. The truth is, in 45 years, I can’t recall ever having a dog sit on my feet before. For a quarter.. Read More
I was behind the wheel and curving around a familiar road in a thick fog a few nights past. There’s something special that happens on roads we know by heart when circumstances suddenly make them strange and unfamiliar to us. It could be the first time on that road at nightfall or a heavy thunderstorm or the first time cutting through a heavy fog. It happens in a moment and.. Read More
If I could sit down with a pen and paper to write each of you from my heart tonight I’d tell you it’s finally time! After more than four years, my book, The Love Writings: a ragamuffin’s letters about love, is ready to be released into the world—it is ready for you. I am delighted and nervous, but most of all I am relieved and ready and hopeful. I hope.. Read More
I used to walk on the edges of stairs, until I fell enough times to learn to walk differently. The last time I walked that way I lost a baby in my womb. There are things that happen that make a soul remember. This is a letter to those of you who recognize that there are some things that also need to be forgotten, unlearned, rewired, transformed—it will look and.. Read More
I haven’t been able to write very easily lately. I’ve been distracted by many voices, been lost in love, swimming in the deeps of important conversations, heightened emotions. That’s to say nothing about continued life transitions. Through it all though I’ve had this short love letter forming inside of me. I want to write to all you rebels against society’s apathy and stagnant wastelands, to those of you who won’t.. Read More
I’ve been wanting to write these words to you all here for a long while; we have moved. It’s important to me for you to know that the time finally came for my family and I to leave our beloved river house that I have written so many letters to you from. Some of you, I know, will feel this grief with me in a very real way. It was.. Read More
A good friend of mine once gifted our family a piece of artwork. It was bursting with life and excellently crafted. In my joy I wanted to offer back a “thanks” beyond just the words. He received my intention but it was his reply that stuck with me most. He wanted us to know that in receiving his art, in his heart and mind, we had brought something to the.. Read More