Oh Wise One

Let’s talk about our wisest selves. The self that speaks as if she is your favorite aunt, best friend, New Age guru and sweet grandmother all wrapped up into a neat, powerful ball of love. I hope you have one. Or should I say, I hope you have met your Wise One. We all have one…

“Step away, ma’am”

This time of year, Facebook and Twitter abound with jokes from women about their over-consumption of food—be it Halloween candy or Thanksgiving desserts. My favorite line with friends is: “Put your hands up and step away from the Almond Joy/pumpkin cheesecake/Twix bar/[fill in your favorite sweet], ma’am.” But the Universe has played a little trick…

Full, rich and bodacious

I am honored to be featured as a guest blogger by Circling the Story today; October’s theme is harvest. I’ve put the beginning of the post below but please visit Circling the Story for the rest. As always, thank you for reading and sharing your wise thoughts with me, as well as a laugh or two….

No spoilers

I know this woman. Quite well. At 30, the world is her oyster. Or so she thinks. Sshh. Don’t tell her differently. She probably won’t listen even if you do. I say this with some surety because she is my younger self. She is on Kauai on her honeymoon. What would I tell this woman…

My pipe dream today? Showering solo

My shower was a bit cramped this morning. It didn’t start out that way but by the time I was finished, the trail of people stepping out with me resembled a clown car parade. As the hot water ran deliciously down my back, I luxuriated in the quiet, the peace. And then it began. First,…

Achieving the opposite of a spiritual quickie

I have finished something that has taken me more than 20 years to accomplish. You’re thinking weighty here, aren’t you? Substantial. Meaty. Like authoring a book. Building a dream home. Retiring in your 40s. Ha. I’ve finished reading “A Course in Miracles.” Just the Text portion, that is. You are holding your applause, aren’t you?…

Running to stillness

When the world looms too close and I forget that I am in it but not of it, there is a quiet place in my memory bank that I run to as fast as I can. The youngest of six daughters, I was raised Roman Catholic. Twelve years in Catholic schools. Countless masses, ceremonies, candle…

That something inside

“I may not know how to do this but something inside me does.” What a mantra. For those of us who were raised with a critical parent, a voice of self doubt, the first to desert ourselves when the screaming meanies of the world attack, as they are wont to do. I was raised to…

The universe has no use for your logic

How many times have we heard it when something tragic or unexpected happens: “But it doesn’t make sense.” When a small child dies. A good family loses their home after losing a breadwinning job. Or, on the flip side, when the slacker who surfs most of the day sells his brilliant idea for millions? One…

Godspeed

A mother and father lost their baby today. I know this because I saw the posts on the “Prayers for Shane” page on Facebook. And now, I’m weeping silently. I do not always weep at others’ loss, lest you think I’m coming apart at the seams. But today, the pics of this precious baby, only…

Holy making

I do what a lot of us do on a typical day. I wake up, get kids to school, work, work out, shop, cook, pay bills. On the good days, I find joy in the process. Or rather, it finds me. On the worst days, I wish for—what? More adventure, more money, more time, more…

Smoke signals

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of a wet toothbrush on the bathroom counter. Zoom. Within milliseconds, I was transported to two years ago. My dad’s toothbrush was still wet. He was in hospice, failing. He was no longer in his own home. No longer surrounded by the flowers he’d planted…