2019/2020 – a love letter

Dear 2019, I am so grateful for your lessons.  I am grateful that I realized how deeply I love others in my life.  I am grateful that the amount of mourning, grief and pain deftly demonstrated my heart’s capability to adore others.  I now know that I can love others enough to let them go.…

growth…

There are so many opportunities to see growth, but there is a moment right before that moment when, standing at the crossroads there is a choice, and well if you can see the growth, then you my universal sibling chose love over fear. It’s been a hellova couple of weeks. Astral bodies all out of…

100 million heartbeats…

I recently had to occasion to watch the new (relatively) Disney shorts movie on Netflix with a grandpeep.  It was an awesome anthology, including my fav. “The Little Match Girl”.  I’ve been in love and broken hearted about this story since I was in lower single digits. I’ve always wanted to ‘help’ her, to assuage her…

tales from the street…

canarse was the last stop on the L in brookyln. she had heard the name uttered but had had no frame of reference before. today had been an okay day. spending the day imagining a different life had been a soothing activity...but as she left her fellow runaway and friend's house she felt very alone…

owning my shit and retiring my gavel.

judging the judgers makes me judgmental.  this morning I was blessed to have a convo with a young man, walk away, go workout and actually hear myself.  I was aghast. for a woman who focuses on love at every crossroads, I sounded rather judgmental, to me.  I had the occasion, (thank god/dess) to apologize and he…

tales from the street…

relative silence permeated the air.  her footsteps keeping time to the flashing lights advertising the peepshow on the corner. crossing 8thavenue, she made a sharp left and passed the little pizzeria tucked in the tiny alcove.  her eyes scanning and searching the arcade for familiar faces, she then turned around and retraced her steps, making…

divinely flawed

We are constantly besieged with posts and pictures of the perfect days, lives, bodies, relationships etc.  What I don’t see much about is the dips, valleys, lo’s, the days we have no idea what we’re doing as we follow signs, nudges, passions, dreams and hopes to our highest expression.  What about the days that aren’t…

wd-40 for the soul…

gratitude is surging through my veins. I’m learning so much ‘surrendering’ to universal nudges and experiences. I get things on a level I’ve never before and am uber-grateful marinating on the synchronicities of life… it was a habit with my children to name what we were grateful for before we had our thanksgiving dinner, and…