“Well, look at you, Mimi!” These words tumbled out of my 18-month-old grandson’s mouth as I walked into the room wearing black-and-white striped PJ’s.
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cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
“Well, look at you, Mimi!” These words tumbled out of my 18-month-old grandson’s mouth as I walked into the room wearing black-and-white striped PJ’s.
Read More“But now there is one more invitation: to let go of the last handhold-the handhold of the self we have created in response to the wounds of our life in an imperfect world-and freefall into what seems like the utter silence of the void.” -Ruth Haley Barton I knew these words were for me.
Read MoreIt was my high school German teacher, Herr Wooden, who, upon my graduating, brought to my attention that I take life too seriously.
Read MoreBeing present is a struggle for me. Growing up in a chaotic and angry home, being present wasn’t safe. I hid.
Read MoreI knocked on the door of my parent’s house, tears streaming down my face one dark February night.
Read MoreWhen I first read the question, “Can I Come?” the next phrase that carried into my thoughts was, “And Will I Bring Myself Fully?”
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