I am not a psychologist; so initially, the invitation was to identify the dysfunctions in different work settings. Discerning how to handle each situation with the possible backlash came close behind. Compassionate communities are ideal environments for psychological parasites to … Read More
If I had covered my ears to shut out pain’s noisy voice, I would have missed hearing Spirit’s whisper, her invitation into the dark night of the soul. I could have avoided the night altogether or at least shortened the … Read More
Sadness quietly crept into my life and changed everything. She had visited me before, but this time was different, because I invited her in and asked her what she wanted. And then I listened, really listened. I had always seen … Read More
Dance invitations, flitting around in the wind, greeted me as I walked outside. The heart shaped leaves of a cottonwood tree carried the invites. Creation had not only noticed me, but had also bid me to dance. At first I … Read More
Yesterday afternoon I watched a wind sculpture whipping around until I thought it would take flight. This morning it is perfectly still. It mimics me. Only a week ago, I was busily tending to more details of moving. Today, I … Read More
Settling back into the place that we called home, Brentwood, Tennessee, I found myself becoming more present to each day and more attentive, than ever, to the people with whom I crossed paths. It was part of making peace with … Read More