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I am very busy, right now, with many things on my plate each day and I can see myself slipping into old beliefs of time and energy scarcity.
Never enough time.
Never enough energy.
Oof.
And as these old beliefs took hold, last week, I found a feeling of deliciousness but also danger in…climbing into a warm bath and… watching TV. Oh the decadence of it. Watching NetFlix while having a sweet soaker with scented bubbles. Ahhhhhh—right?
Yes. But
Amazing news!!!
I will be returning to my hometown to serve as the 2022-2023 Writer in Residence for the Regina Public Library. I am STOKED!!!
There is information coming to me today about wonder, about the connection to mystery and about the wisdom of my imagination and how it will bring me that which is beyond what my logical mind can fathom.
I love how our work reveals us, brings gifts to us, unwinds us and reveals our deepest desires.
Sometimes there was nothing by white deep drifting for a long section, but looking ahead, I could see the old path and then I would cut a new(ish) trail to meet up with the tracings of the old one.
You know that feeling when you finish a book and your eyes are full of tears and your heart is entirely full of, “Yes. Yes, I remember now. Thank you for reminding me.” That is what I feel right now.
I am getting so excited!
I will be serving as a coach for Jen Louden’s upcoming seven week course on Getting Your Scary Sh*t Done.
SQUEEEEEE!
Jen is offering a FREE Masterclass on Monday. Check it out at https://jenniferlouden.com/gssd-masterclass/
This morning, I read a blog post that cracked my heart open. Loosing faith by Bethani Jade– On her Self Study blog. In the comments/ Reply section… I wrote: Walking with you. I began a new file today on my typer-machine. Under Spirit — Cries of/from the… Continue Reading “spelling…”
I forget to pray for the angels, and then the angels forget to pray for us…. Yes. How I forget so very much. That seems to be my theme today. The things I let slide away away away…. The things I start with all… Continue Reading “I forget to pray for the angels…”
A post-dramatic approach to breast cancer
Because there's never enough time to do it right the first time but there's always enough time to do it over
Stories and photos from Scotland
Historical fiction, poetry, essays
A post-dramatic approach to breast cancer
Because there's never enough time to do it right the first time but there's always enough time to do it over
Stories and photos from Scotland
Historical fiction, poetry, essays