When my children were little, sometimes they hurt themselves in the course of their play. It usually was nothing very urgent or grave, but almost always, they came to show me their little wounds. Sometimes they needed water to clean
Sometimes things are just hard. Uncertainty can be hard, I wrote about that last time. But sometimes certainty can, too. Like when my client, I’ll call her Kayla, learned that her 5 year-old daughter will be in
On retreat we offered attentiveness and reverence to the landscape, an energetic gift for the land, but also a gift for ourselves that is always accessible.
I have been meditating on time these days. If you have been following Soul to Soul, you may already know that time is one of my teachers about lack and abundance and alignment. And if you are new here, welcome,
After cataract surgery on both my eyes, healing is on my mind these days. The word conjures the feelings of my mother’s hands massaging my feet, sitting by a copy fireplace sipping a hot brew of fresh herbs from the
Unbelievably, 2016 is coming to an end, and with that end comes the opportunity to reflect back on the year and harvest all the gifts and lessons it holds for us. Sometimes that seems easy and fun, and sometimes not
Why do we bother to tell our stories? We do, you know, in one way or another. Sometimes purposefully, to our children, in the hopes they will remember, or, perhaps, to teach them something. To ourselves, to convince ourselves of
Summer, what is it like for you? Reading over last year’s blog, I realize I’m in the same place I was then, plugging energy drains, struggling to hold boundaries, wishing to be outdoors when there’s work inside and feeling hot when
It’s summer. Even though the weather doesn’t quite reflect it, here I am, with the kids out of school, our schedules like a patchwork quilt. My focus has been all over the place, on the family, on wanting to be
“How do I know what I am here for?” “How do I discover my dreams?” “How do I find my purpose?” I regularly get some version of these questions. Sometimes I ask them, myself. Do you? I recognize the yearning,