Season’s Call

I exit an evening exercise class to daylight. Contrasted with the darkness of prior weeks, the streaks of pink in the sky invite me to hope. I feel a brightening in my spirit. The light always returns!  This season, my soul mirrors the winter weather pattern of the valley where I live. One day all…

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Familiar

This season feels familiar. I find myself repeating these words often. When this happens, I have learned to take notice. It is the start of a new school year. The four children who live at home range in age from 15-10. These are my (not so) littles who are now the ages of the “bigs”…

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Season of Stories

I began engaging my parents in storywork by asking about the menu notebook created by my dad. That cloth-bound, 70’s style, denim-blue, three-ring binder filled with a month’s worth of menus was a distinct childhood memory.

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All The Words

Your story was so well-written! I smiled. It felt good to have my writing affirmed following the pain of sharing the words with my training group. The hard processing part was over, and we were relaxed, preparing to leave for lunch. I laughed and replied lightheartedly, I’m a good writer!

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Let’s Keep Going

Once upon a time it was not okay to say, “No, thank you.” Somewhere along the journey of life, my no was swallowed up by duty and obedience.

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Come Along, Little Girl

Her presence is just out of reach. I try to access her inside of my head, but I do not know where she is.

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A Letter to Eighteen

Dear Eighteen, Here you are. Yesterday’s child is today’s legal adult, and yet, nothing has really changed.

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