Often, I save a thought on my phone app--Notes--a momentary capture of worth, what I believe to be untouchable in me. Sometimes, I work too hard at becoming my notes. I wear this label or that identity, rage in righteousness, or lose myself in hopelessness, forgetting where hope resides. In those times, I pull on... Continue Reading →
Standing at the Edge of the Profound
I am in constant awe of my body’s ever-changing status. It constantly updates. I suspect even Facebook would not want to know that much. I didn’t, not for years. My body is masterful in the day-to-day of living, always working to provide me the best experience. It’s a mystery, this genius. Mindfulness gives me glimpses... Continue Reading →