daily writing…

(encore post) As many do, I write every day, some of which I post here. Even during my career as an educator I would make time to write each day. I’m a visual learner and to read what I write deepens the intention and inner connection. When I was in college and...

dream school…

September is here…and school is back in session. The truth is…school is never out of session.   Each night we are in a unique school…the dream school…the classroom for our hearts and our souls. Yet most of us play hooky our whole lives, not interested in...

a death…

(encore writing) Heavy snow in the mountains…living on back roads makes travel challenging and dicey…went to the morning grief group…and headed home, thinking I’ll skip the afternoon hospice meeting…the team will understand.  The snow got...

the adapted self…

So often in our dreams we see ways we behave that can feel painful. We may be judging, criticizing, pontificating, caretaking…all the myriad ways of being in reaction…of avoiding painful feelings…of trying to stay safe in an unsafe world.   What our dreams are...

dream weavings…

One evening sitting in my midnight loft, I was gazing quietly at one of our Navajo rugs and feeling how analogous they are to our dreams…how when we’re connected to our inner life we see how connected we are to everything…to the earth…to each...

dream weavings…

One evening sitting in my midnight loft, I was gazing quietly at one of our Navajo rugs and feeling how analogous they are to our dreams…how when we’re connected to our inner life we see how connected we are to everything…to the earth…to each...