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Musings about Love from An Essay of Transformation

The more I learn about love, about simply loving- the more I am endeared to it, permeated by it and transformed into a vessel of it.  Love mystifies me. Love is a noun, a verb, an adjective, an adverb, an exclamation, a question, a name, a sin, a choice, an antonym for hate, it isContinue Reading

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The Camino de Santiago…and Why I have to go.

  I am three months into preparation to walk the Camino de Santiago pilgrimage  (aka The Way of St. James) beginning in St. Jean Pied de Port, France and ending at Santiago de Compostela, Spain. I still have several months of preparations to make…but am now, today, making my intention public. Four years ago, myContinue Reading

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An Essay of Transformation

Sadness envelopes me like a shroud. Spindly, grisly fingers of despair clutch my throat, the heaviness of grief slowly crushing my chest as rise and fall of respirations slows to a lethal pace.  Remaining bubbles of life-giving oxygen escape my body.  Numb with death, a single tear slips down my cheek, the only evidence lifeContinue Reading

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Hallways In My Mind

Hallways in my mind are made of brick. Red, rough edges of brick, mortar, metal lockers. Hallways of my high school in Mississippi. Cold metal, brick, glass windows. Cold feelings or  feeling cold? Not sure. Wait, quite sure.  Certain. I’m unable to feel. Everything feels cold, alien, void. Surreal. Alternate universe. Thoughts going through myContinue Reading

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Still Under Construction!!

New site format up and coming.  Stay Tuned!  

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Thoughts on Post Election Paroxysm

Thoughts on how the Presidential Election has (not) affected my writing life. I have spent over a week…almost two…pouring every ounce of my energy into holding my shit together… I’ve written a few pieces that honestly would make a saint want to kill themselves…and I’ve got a total numbness to the election. Surprise?…yes..but in aContinue Reading

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UNDER CONSTRUCTION

My website is under construction–converting it to more of a blog and removing content from my coaching business.  Forgive the confusion…I’ll have it sparkling new in a jiffy. (PSSST…..Watch for new content…There is a new book in the works!)

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Writing With The Muse

Writing it out— Just a note about letting the muse work. I noticed a marked difference in the content of my writing while in Carmel. Mainly, the difference is that now I sit down with no forethought of what I will write. If I’m doing research or structuring chapters, that is a different mindset. I’m talking aboutContinue Reading

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It’s About The Story

  Growing up in a small, rural town, I had huge dreams of bright lights and big cities. For many years, I gave up these dreams for a simpler life of raising children, homeschooling, tending a garden, managing a farm.  I felt as though my “huge dreams” would always be just that, “DREAMS”.   IContinue Reading

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SHOW UP FOR YOURSELF!!

Yesterday, I was smacked with a truth about myself that was a great “Aha!”, but didn’t feel so great in my body. This realization sent me on yet another journey of self-discovery. I have been a willing participant in self-abandonment and self-abuse. So here is my personal statement on the matter: Hello, My name isContinue Reading

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Musings about Love from An Essay of Transformation

The more I learn about love, about simply loving- the more I am endeared to it, permeated by it and transformed into a vessel of it.  Love mystifies me. Love is a noun, a verb, an adjective, an adverb, an exclamation, a question, a name, a sin, a choice, an antonym for hate, it is…

The Camino de Santiago…and Why I have to go.

  I am three months into preparation to walk the Camino de Santiago pilgrimage  (aka The Way of St. James) beginning in St. Jean Pied de Port, France and ending at Santiago de Compostela, Spain. I still have several months of preparations to make…but am now, today, making my intention public. Four years ago, my…

An Essay of Transformation

Sadness envelopes me like a shroud. Spindly, grisly fingers of despair clutch my throat, the heaviness of grief slowly crushing my chest as rise and fall of respirations slows to a lethal pace.  Remaining bubbles of life-giving oxygen escape my body.  Numb with death, a single tear slips down my cheek, the only evidence life…

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