Facing Fear

Down and Out

By |2024-03-19T14:27:17-07:00Mar. 19, 2024|

Just as nobody warned me how my easy life would turn upside down with the birth of a child, I apparently didn’t get the memo that it could be almost unbearable to grow old. The big difference is that with a child things got better, much better—lovely really...

Sticks and Stones

By |2024-02-08T22:14:31-08:00Dec. 31, 2022|

“Sticks and stones can break my bones, but words can never hurt me.” Whoever says that and means it is either stone-cold oblivious or fully enlightened. I seem to be somewhere in between. The day before yesterday I was hit with a barrage of verbal abuse the likes of which I’ve never before experienced, thank God. Although I think I’m handling it pretty darned well…

My Burning Question

By |2024-02-08T22:12:36-08:00Dec. 10, 2022|

The other day, as I lay resting, which is pretty much all I am able to do other than eat and sleep, up from the bowels of my being came a powerful question. It’s such a big question, so critical to my future, that I am not quite sure if I dare to ask it…here, out loud. What, dear God, if the answer is no? But here we go…

On This Strangest Resurrection Morning

By |2024-02-09T10:41:52-08:00Apr. 17, 2020|

As I lay safely in bed Easter morning, this is the short Covid prayer/lament that came to me: As I look forward (so to speak) to the long gray hair that will add 10 years to my appearance, I work to feel as blessed as I absolutely am by my white, upper middle class privilege, in the midst of what for many is the nightmare of ten lifetimes.…

Uh Oh, It’s Christmas!

By |2024-02-09T11:00:19-08:00Dec. 19, 2019|

Eleven years ago the life coach I then was offered these words of would-be wisdom for dealing with the mother of all holidays. Have at my words and please share yours via comments.

I woke up the other 2008 late fall morning with that odd mix of anxiety and anticipation I’ve come to expect at this time of year. How can I do it all? Do I even want to? Why can’t it just be over? But strangely, those pesky questions arise alongside a mysterious, barely-contained joy…

A Death in the Family

By |2024-02-09T11:03:32-08:00Feb. 21, 2017|

If you lose your partner, the common wisdom is you don’t make any other major changes for three years. Not unless you want to go way off the stress test charts, and maybe expire yourself. No, don’t worry, I have not lost my beloved husband Trond, who is alive and well and splitting firewood or something of the sort outdoors even on this winter day. And thank God for him!

Trond and I are alive all right, but there is a pall hanging over us, which you too must be feeling.…

Activists for Love

By |2024-02-09T11:12:48-08:00Jan. 31, 2017|

Words crowd my head like gulls to bread on the beach. But having been silent for so long, I wonder if I can speak again. And after all that has happened—to me and to the world as we knew it (or thought we did)—I wonder if I can say anything to add value to the great wave of voices already being unleashed by the divisive election of one Donald J. Trump as President of our United States. Only time and the courage to sit here and write will tell. Here we go!…

A Call for Post-Election Healing from Charles Eisenstein

By |2024-02-09T11:20:06-08:00Nov. 16, 2016|

My friend, writer and radical thinker Charles Eisenstein has written far and away the most illuminating, helpful piece ever about our terrifying US election. I implore you to read through to the powerful ending. Please digest, share and weigh in, so that the deep and difficult healing conversation he points to can begin. Can't wait to reconnect with you and see where it takes us! We are indeed stronger together.

The Election: Of Hate, Grief, and a New Story, By Charles Eisenstein

Normal is coming unhinged. For the last eight years it has been possible for most people (at least in the relatively privileged classes) to believe that society is sound, that the system, though creaky, basically works, and that the progressive deterioration of everything from ecology to economy is a temporary deviation from the evolutionary imperative of progress.

A Clinton Presidency would have offered…

Summer Lessons of Sticks and Stones

By |2024-02-09T11:44:44-08:00Sep. 18, 2013|

Who said words can never hurt you?

Well, they were wrong, at least about me. For almost two months I’ve been balanced on the edge of a sword that showed up laser-like out of nowhere and is only now showing signs of letting me off. Mean words have been part of it, and they hurt. I am here to discover my part in it, however great or small.…

Please come on my elephant ride!

By |2024-02-09T11:59:55-08:00May. 28, 2013|

I am doing my little happy dance and eager to share the good news. I just submitted my first blog post to the wonderful, wildly popular elephantjournal.com. It’s a reader-created open forum bringing together people like us who work & play to create an enlightened society.

Elephant has more than 100,000 likes on Facebook and presents the possibility of a whole new league for my work.…

Love in the face of pain

By |2024-02-09T14:56:16-08:00Jun. 4, 2012|

The world is too much with us, late and soon. I woke up too early this morning, the weight of the world—my own little one and the great big wide one—heavy on my heart. Fifty Syrian children, and their mothers, shot in cold blood, and Assad still firmly at the helm. Word that our gifted Bodega Bay friend Scott killed himself last week and that Trond’s always robust Norwegian childhood friend has cancer. Then came the news of a Florida man eating another man’s face.

I couldn’t bear to hear any details. And I didn’t need to.…

Onward and downward to surrender and trust!

By |2024-02-09T15:07:42-08:00May. 22, 2012|

Oh, dear God! The roller coaster rides on, and this girl hangs on for dear life. Okay, not quite. But there was a moment several weeks ago when, sitting stressed at my desk, I came as close to fainting as I ever have. My book took a significant toll on my body. It scared me and rightly so.…

Shame on us! Not if we listen to our guts

By |2024-02-09T15:04:10-08:00Apr. 24, 2012|

Is it just me? Or is it painful for you, too, when you think you should be doing some supposedly critical thing you don’t feel you want to do? Isn’t it still worse when you don’t know why you don’t want to do what you think you should? Am I being a coward? Or am I onto something and need to find another way to proceed? Since writing helps me work out these kinks, here we go.…

Ready to trash your nasty karma?

By |2024-02-09T15:14:05-08:00Apr. 11, 2012|

If you’ve read my writing, you know I’m not much for the “ten steps to enlightenment” approach. What I offer you instead, they tell me (and I’m pretty sure they’re right), is inspiration, through words and by example. Seems to come naturally to me, thank God!

What I love to do is encourage us—help you and me find the will, rather than prescribing precise ways, to get ourselves happy and free. That’s all we need to do here, because once we get fired up at the level of heart, we can do pretty much anything we set our minds to. And we each know better than anyone else what those things are for us. But first there’s our karma to deal with.…

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