Every day I stand and watch this intersection of four roads that is such a symbolic intersection of all of life. I look out over my current little corner of the world through a smudged floor-to-ceiling window. From the time I pull back the paisley curtain, blinking at the light pouring in my room, to […]
What Women Look Like On the Inside
by on February 21, 2019 Leave a Comment
My mom always carried a large purse. One year it was a black macramé number. The next, brown pleather. While she sat at the kitchen table paying bills I would rummage through it. Peppermints, a smattering of pennies, bent bobby pins, tissues stamped with pink lipstick. “This is what women look like on the inside,” […]
You Are Wanted, You Are Loved
by on February 13, 2019 1 Comment
“Your lost childhood message was, ‘You are wanted.’” According to today’s EnneaThought for the Day email, I missed the memo as a kid. Somewhere along the line I forgot that I was wanted and needed by the world. Instead, I adopted the narrative that I had to work for it. I had to clean the […]
To Hear the Silence Speak
by on January 30, 2019 1 Comment
The quiet is palpable but not heavy. In the way the warmth of a fire eases down into your very bones, the quiet here is the bearer of a strange kind of comfort. It isn’t the absence of sound. Every tiny noise reverberates off the white stone arches of the abbey. A monk coughs in […]
The Hard Work of Hope
by on January 23, 2019 Leave a Comment
For several years now I’ve skipped, or seriously toned down, my activities on December 31st and have gone out to greet the new year in the morning instead. I like to drive out to the ocean and stand in the cold wet air and breathe in all that a new year has to offer. I like […]
