The Hummingbird of Devotion

This morning I lay in bed, my blurry eyes contemplating the soft, silver light illuminating the heavy flaxen draperies, and with an inhale I briefly gave my cells a positive word of thanks. Silently, I blessed myself saying, I welcome good things and possibility today. I embrace mysterious grace, and I am not separate from the…

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Opening to Dreams, Inviting the Soul

I lay in the darkness, combing through the images of a dream from which I have just awakened, the swirl of emotions inside as if I were walking through my daylight hours. Intense. Real.  Reluctantly, I rise from the warmth of our canopied bed, pull on some loose but cozy clothes, and make my way…

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The Wild Soul Songstress: Daring to Be Yourself

Authenticity seems to be the word of the moment. I’ve been writing about authenticity for quite awhile, of course; it rests at the heart of The Bones and Breath, and it’s woven throughout these Soul Artist Journal posts. Yet it seems to be surfacing all around me lately, as if I’m sitting in a tiny…

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Gifts of Mortality: Appreciating Life

My mother died twenty-four years ago. It is odd to realize that she has been absent from my life longer than she was actually in it. Doesn’t seem possible, really. Last month as I rolled past my 47th birthday, it dawned on me that my mom was just a few years older than I am now…

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A Ball of Yarn: A Meditation on Place

It is Friday night and I’m sitting at home alone, rolling balls of hand-dyed yarn. For just a moment, I step beyond myself and consider the scene, as if I was outside looking through the windows. The living room with its large, wool tufted rug is softly lit by a single bronze table lamp with an…

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