This morning I dreamt about sharing my birthday with the once and future president, who was blissfully, serenely basking in birthday adoration. Gifted with unexpected time just now, I somehow wandered into wondering about the word “serendipity.” Checking my favorite… Read More »In the dwelling place of lions
Creatures of the air, resting safe on meCreatures of the air, taking flight in meCreatures of the air, all parts of me Creatures of the sea, anchored deep in meCreatures of the sea, swimming free with meCreatures of the sea,… Read More »All parts of me
How do we make sense of the multitudes within us and around us? How do we open our awareness to the immensity within which we swim without losing the life raft of coherence upon which our sanity depends? Denise Levertov… Read More »Peripheral coherence
Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself, (I am large, I contain multitudes.) —Walt Whitman There’s a certain irony in the multiplicity of names for the many parts that make up a self. Internal Family Systems clumps… Read More »The gardener and the butterfly
In one of my communities of belonging, a common expression of admiration used to be, “You’re a rockstar!” I winced hearing it, an internal pinch of envy. Now, it’s different. Now I know that rockstars are amalgams, the energy of… Read More »We don’t have to be rockstars
For remaining silent when a single voice would have made a difference, we forgive ourselves and each other; we begin again in love. —Rob Eller-Isaacs, Litany of Atonement Beginning, faltering, beginning again—it’s such a human rhythm, necessary, it seems to… Read More »Beginning again in love