It may be time to do away with the Monday part of love letters. Maybe. It’s that time of year, to celebrate and take stock of the year gone by. I’m doing this in a zoom mindfulness retreat called Awake in the New Year. From the comfort of my living room. What’s cool about doing… Continue reading A little bit of love…
Ooo la la! I am filled with so much and empty at the same time, after a retreat into silence. In my home. WIth people and a cat about. Empty of needing to do something to enliven or perfect myself. (That includes being a better meditator!) And yet, doing is so very satisfying at times.… Continue reading Monday Love
Hello my love. This note is being written on December 30th, 2020. I’m about to turn off all my electronics, put away my books and whatnots and enter into… well, to be honest, I don’t know what. I’ve done silent retreats before, but never at home. I’m excited and nervous. They’re kinda the same, right?… Continue reading Happy New Year!
Happy New Year my love! This year, let’s say yes to more. More love. More acceptance. More allowing all parts of you to be exactly as they are. Yes to joyful optimism in the morning and deep soulfulness in the afternoon. No questions asked. Nothing wrong. Simply, hello. How nice to see you. I love… Continue reading Monday Love: More
Happy New Year my love! Oh the wonderful places we’ll go… off into the wilderness, the great beyond. We’ll dance, you and I. We’ll play. We’ll do whatever the hell we choose, and we’ll choose really good things. And if fear creeps in to say no, what if, we can’t, we musn’t, We’ll pull her… Continue reading Monday Love
Time to play a game I call reverse engineering my life. Thank you, Kyle Cease, for introducing me to this fun, inspiring, creative way to approach life. It’s self-love, mindfulness and magic all rolled into one. It works like this: The dish is cooked. You’ve tasted it, it tastes amazing, your mouth waters just thinking… Continue reading Thank You, 2017
I would rather be thinking about all the whos in whoville and hanging twinkle lights…but I’m not. I’m worried about dying. Maybe because my kids have been with their dad since Thanksgiving and I have more brain space than usual. I have no one to hang twinkle lights for. A perfectly juicy, rich, smelly… Continue reading Death and Twinkle Lights: the gift of mindfulness and starting where you are