Today’s writing is a bit all over the map. I considered spending more time with it, weaving these snippets together in some coherent fashion. Instead, I’ve left it as-is; it is far more reflective of my heart and mind: disjointed, stunned, haunted, broken, undone. So, some fragments — musings, metaphors…

I read and highlighted these two sentences recently: The spiritual journey is what the soul is up to while we attend to daily living. The spiritual journey is the soul’s life commingling with ordinary life. ~ Christina Baldwin, Life’s Companion: Journal Writing as a Spiritual Practice I love this. No…

(and a confession about how I unwittingly spend it) — I’ve been thinking a lot about time lately; struggling with it in some ways. And oddly, it’s not because I don’t have enough of it or feel like I’m on some endless treadmill; rather, just the opposite! I find myself uncomfortable with, even avoiding, the spaciousness of time. I’m a…

Where do you get exactly what you want, all of the time, without being made to feel badly about it? — A couple years back I devoured every novel in Julia Quinn’s Bridgerton series within a matter of weeks — far before I had any inkling a Netflix version was on the way. (You can only imagine how I responded when that news arrived!) I’ll admit that I felt a flutter…

About archetypes and exhaustion and self-care and more… — The dictionary defines an archetype as a recurrent motif in literature, art, or mythology; a typical example of a person or thing. You’ve heard of the maiden, the mother, and the crone. There’s the lover, the hero, the magician, the sage, and more. Then there’s the outlaw. Here’s some description: …

An imperative to desire — I’ve been thinking a lot lately about my desire. No. That’s not quite true. I’ve been thinking a lot lately about my lack of desire — my resistance to it. Not across the board — but in particular areas of my life. This awareness has come as a surprise to…

From The Matrix, of course! — I recently (re)watched The Matrix. It’s one of my favorites, to be sure. Even so, I’d forgotten about the Oracle. She’s an aging woman in an apron who bakes cookies while she smokes cigarettes, tssk-tssk’s at various things, makes jokes, and surreptitiously, almost nonchalantly supplants her wisdom into Neo’s mind. …

Trying to make meaning in the midst of Ukraine — I’ve been sitting with a particular question lately that haunts me, in many ways: How are we to make sense of our lives, let alone our efforts at growth, change, maturity, acceptance, work, relationships, spirituality, any and all of it, when our world feels like its going to hell in…

Why telling them matters… — I was journaling the other morning and flashed on a memory from close to 50 years ago… I snuck into the kitchen when I knew my mom wasn’t there, opened the fridge, and got myself a spoonful of peanut butter — then devoured it and disposed of any evidence before…