hello marybeth, just reaching out to say hi and how are you? i, my friend, have fallen under the spell of feeling like a bird in a cage. i understand the full spectrum of human emotions. i understand the hows and never the whys. although i’ve got a full tool belt of practices and ways […]
Embodied Movement
Empty, Silent and Willing
When something goes on this long, thinking everything through or flying on happy thoughts, sometimes just doesn’t sustain the situation. We all have coping mechanisms, but I think that coping with covid is a deeper reach. We are all definitely being asked to take our seats, settle in, and find an inner disposition of strength […]
The World’s Flower Gardens
I wrote my first poem when I was 19. It was my first experience with feeling and experiencing a perspective and perception deeply and then searching for words which best described it. It fascinated me. It was as if there was a garden full of flowers, and I had to walk through it finding the […]
A Time to Publish
The prelude to this blog post is this: I wanted to write something today about Earth Day, the long-term commitment it takes to commit and care. I wanted to write about the reality of life changing trauma during a world pandemic. As my heart was swelling and eager to find the words, my attention was […]
This Big Beautiful Life
I know what it’s like to have trauma in one’s life. I understand when extreme situations bring us to our knees or begin to take away the lightness in our steps. I understand duration of uncertainty and rugs being pulled out from beneath our feet, when all that’s left is the air we breathe. […]
Illuminating
i was thinking on my run this morning, how important it is that we claim what is ours to claim with happiness, like our health and how we eat. i can’t help but think it is just better to eat light right now with so little movement. i also think peace of mind is essential […]
On The Wings of Song
during my run this morning, i had so many experiences. the first was bringing along a question i awoke with this morning: why do i write? i love questions and i loved hearing myself answer my own question as my feet kept planting themselves one in front of the another. ……….. i write for several […]