All great men are gifted with intuition. They know, without reasoning or analysis, what they need to know. {Alexis Carrel} A few weeks ago, I found myself in an interesting, new situation. It was an event that I knew was coming so, of course, I solicited feedback from my friends/mentor...
Sometimes (read: oftentimes) when I am doing yoga, I lose my balance. I slide off center and lean to one side, threatening to topple over entirely. What I have discovered is that when I jerk back, out of fear of falling, I almost always over...
photo: phandroid I must admit to you: sometimes I talk to walls. It's true. Sometimes I stare straight at the blue, white, taupe, matte structure & just rattle off important details of my life. Walls are my best friend when I am feeling uncomfortable. I am in the middle of a story, chatting away, eyeball-to-eyeball,...
i sat in the floor and continued to stare at my nails. the course grating from the file suddenly seemingly annoyingly loud, but not loud enough to drown out the voices that were now booming overheard. i continued to let my eyes stay down, not in...
I finally cried yesterday. It took the majority of the day for me to allow myself to get to a place where I was willing and able to "just let go" and allow the tears to flow. I was in the shower, which is painfully ironic because...
I recently hear Louie Giglio compare eternity to the dial tone that used to sound when you picked up a land line. There is a possibility that you have no idea what I'm talking about. Telephones used to be attached to walls, before they were attached...
Well that was crazy! A whole week passed without my blog posts ever popping up in your inbox. Do not worry, your computer isn't on the fritz. I simply have not posted recently. I am struggling to find the balance between blogging and working on...
The other day I was on at least page four of my journal in my writing escapades for the day--with less time spent on Instagram I have had more time to write and read (the things that actually bring me life), more on that later....
There is something special about the stillness of morning, the quiet hum of dawn. It is as if the Earth gets one last, long cat stretch--reaching her arms way up to the sky, arching her back, and curling her toes--just before she is consumed by...
Emily P Freeman writes, "You aren't moving to figure things out or to catch up to an expectation, but you are moving because you are alive...
