Letting go of the need for attention, appreciation and approval. Freedom. The key word is “need”. Everyone enjoys attention, appreciation and approval. I know I do. But it is not for them that I do what I do. I hope it is not because of them that I am who I am. Within me is… Continue reading Let go…?
This autumn - why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds. ~ Basho Matsuo An apt poem to begin this post - a reflection of sorts on 50 years of life. But how to measure this time past? An impossibility - so many perspectives, paradigms. Where would I begin? So perhaps lessons I have… Continue reading Lessons by 50
For the ones who neglect themselves, who prioritize others' wellbeing, remember. It is not a selfish act to work on your own selves. In and through your growth, you embody and model, inspire and en-courage others to their better selves. You are better able to be in relationships that serve and nurture. Food for thought… Continue reading Imperfections
My independent streak has led me to many places, and in my memory, all good or at least, most worked out for the best. It has helped me be a better parent and child, supported my career and my sense of accomplishment. Yet I am not without a need for support, a desire for someone… Continue reading Independent badass
“You look 30!” she said, and a certain gladness filled my heart. And almost instantaneously a denial made its way from my mind. But this time, it did not pass my lips. Instead I smiled and thanked her, for the kindness she’d shown and grateful for the uplifting moment. It is alright to receive praise,… Continue reading praises & criticisms
I fell in love with it on its first release in mid-2000s and it has been with me ever since. The Bulgari “Rose Essentielle” fragrance evoked romance and glamour, and it was a departure from my then attraction to citrus tones. But recently, I decided I needed a change. Why? Just because. It was an… Continue reading Scent and authenticity
I said, “never”. And for the past 6 years I had been true to it. Never calling myself that, never wanting to investigate the possibilities, never acknowledging I am in fact damn good at it. After a while, pride also got in the act ensuring I did not depart from my word, “never”. Years passed,… Continue reading Yes, finding my groove
How often have you stopped yourself from saying or doing something because you don’t want to seem like a fool or just plain “bad”? I have. And how often have we made a call that someone is “dumb” or “mean”? And then later hesitate before we speak or act to avoid being referred to as… Continue reading Our darkness in light
I have been spending quite a bit of time lately exploring some "what it means to be human" essentials such as compassion, kindness, vulnerability, courage, stillness, to name a few. And no surprise, this part of Maya Angelou's poem "I shall not be moved" keeps calling... so I am sharing it. Hope it speaks to… Continue reading I shall not be moved
This is my inheritance. Many years ago, I undertook some research on my family history. As I gathered stories of fortune and poverty, successes and failures, personal determination and resignation, love and loss across 4 generations, I was looking at the ties that bind and the destruction of connection and belonging. I saw a family… Continue reading My feisty inheritance
Who are you this year? Do you know, have you an idea… perhaps an inkling? For many years who I am was tied to the roles I played, and it was not easy to move across the invisible but strongly felt boundaries. I remember on a train at peak hour commute, telling myself I needed… Continue reading Identify yourself
It is done. I opened them. I found two boxes in my garage a few weeks ago, brought them into my bedroom and there they sat. Gut instinct said “this is important”. Yet I could not open them. Until I was compelled to on the eve of the review date. The review date for an… Continue reading It is done.
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“All futures are tinted by the way in which you choose to view them.” Cat Hellisen 'Mother, Crone, Maiden' What image pops into your head when you hear the word ‘crone’? What characteristics do you associate with this female archetype? Does she remind you of the 3 witches in ‘Macbeth’, ‘fire burn and cauldron… Continue reading The Crone and I
Love is love is love, so it is said. Love is a feeling I hope we experience throughout our life for people who come into and out of our life, people who are forever tied to us through their presence or our memory of them, and places that leave indelible impressions in our life. Love… Continue reading Test of love
It took years. This search for the answer to “who am I?” She doubts if she is any closer to the truth, assuming there is one. Each time she thought she was near, the road lengthened. She felt a sense of belonging in her world, moving within it with ease and confidence, only to be… Continue reading Binary choice
Today we celebrate the Women we have taken for granted, the Women we have loved and lost, the Women who have given us care, love and protection, the Women who have chosen to go their own way, the Women who have privileged our lives more than their own, the Women who have shown us the… Continue reading On this day…
The text message read (in part): “Ok who’s keen? Note it is next week!!!!.... We will follow this with a debriefing over drinks…” I replied ‘me’ and why not? I am honestly curious as to how it will be. On a social side, how could I refuse the opportunity to catch up with a few… Continue reading Darker, by fifty shades?
“There are these two young fish swimming along and they happen to meet an older fish swimming the other way, who nods at them and says "Morning, boys. How's the water?" And the two young fish swim on for a bit, and then eventually one of them looks over at the other and goes "What… Continue reading The politics of water
“One day someone calls her “Mother”. That is what she remains for the rest of her life.” Cao XueQin What a profound quote. And one which is open to many interpretations. What does it mean to you? You women who are mothers, and who are not? Men who have known Mothers in your life? What… Continue reading Once a mother…