Earlier in my life I strived to be a good daughter…a good wife…a good mother…a good friend…strived to be good at everything…but the problem was….. in my pursuit to be seen by others as “good”…. I was giving away all my good stuff! For a long time I believed I could do it all…work, make … More Learning to Fly
Her heart was filled with peace and joy when small birds spoke to her in beautiful voices, danced for her on tiny feet, lifted their wings and flew away. She thought about the life of a leaf on a tree…being warmed by the sun, cooled by the moon, fed by the earth where thirsty roots … More Find Your Song and Sing It!
Mementoes A few years ago as I was going through drawers searching for something lost, I found a number of small mementoes I’d tucked away, to be enjoyed only on the rare occasion when they were found as I was looking for something else. That day I decided to bring my mementoes into the light … More Mementoes
Chapter One Have I told you before that I was the middle child and an only daughter? Many child psychology books and most people with any sense at will tell you that’s a double whammy! Add to this formula the lack of a mother’s presence in a young girl’s life and every time you add … More Trials & Tribulations of My 13 Year Old Self
Okay, this is kind of out there for most of us…so put on your “imagine this” hat and have a go at imagining an out of this world experience! “We are not human beings having a spiritual experience. We are spiritual beings having a human experience.” This saying of Pierre Teilhard de Chardin makes me … More Spiritual Energy
Birds are willing messengers for spirit and they are the inspiration for this short poem. I wrote it for a friend a few years ago after she lost her mother. Spirit asks the bird…Will you fly for me? Fly to the side of those who miss me…tell them I am well…I am whole Tell them … More Birds of Spirit
The sound of car tires crunching on gravel just outside our tent woke me. The morning was just dawning and the damp haze of night was still hanging in the air, muffling the sound of chirping birds. I wriggled out of the sleeping bag sandwiched between my two brothers who were still asleep. I crawled … More The Worst Day of My 12 Year Old Life
I was speaking with a young man at an art gallery here in Sedona about the work of Texas artist and sculptor Bill Worrell. He paints, writes and sculpts, and the bronze deer shaman figures he creates really speak to me. Each shaman raises outstretched arms toward the sky and sends a unique message into … More The Raven…Trickster…Spirit Guide
In the beauty salon where I began my career there were a number of hairdressers who still had weekly clients who came to have their hair shampooed, set in rollers, dried under the hooded hairdryer, and then combed out and sprayed with enough hairspray to ensure that not one hair would fall out of place … More Finding Beauty
This is for the friends who have asked me how I went about finding a loving, healthy relationship in my late sixties. You know who you are and I truly hope you find the happiness you are seeking. Finding love at this late time in my life was an unexpected surprise, but looking back … More How did you do that?