Maybe Plan B is the best you can hope for (letting go of the dream that needs to die)
image credit: Allef Vinicius, Unsplash Listen to me read this post... Last night, after sunset, I lay in my hammock in the growing darkness of my backyard feeling low. I couldn’t shake the growing melancholy that’s been with me this week, but I couldn’t quite name it...
On trauma, shadow, and flawed leadership
Listen to me read the blog post: It happened repeatedly in my youth. I’d come home from a friend’s house and walk into the house to find nobody there. I’d look in all of the rooms, start to get that panicky feeling and then go out to the farmyard to see if...
Ten practices for the liminal space
Listen to me read the post: We’re now a couple of months into The Great Pause. We’ve baked all the bread, learned to cut our own hair, logged too many hours on Zoom, built elaborate islands on Animal Crossing, adapted to the new protocol at the grocery store,...
There are so many things we don’t know
We just DON’T KNOW, do we? Two months into this impossibly complex liminal space and there is just so much we DON’T KNOW. And we JUST WANT SOMEONE TO KNOW! Surely there is SOMEONE who can give us some answers, who can offer some assurances or at least a roadmap or...
There are no words for this
Listen to me read this... I am a meaning maker. A word warrior. A truth teller. To me, the written word is like a flashlight, illuminating the darkness just enough so that I can see the next place my foot should land on the path. When I read other people’s...
Holding space for yourself in a time of social isolation and liminal space
Listen to me read this post: The world is settling into an eery quiet in this new age of coronavirus. It’s hard to believe that a thing so small - a virus that is invisible to the human eye - could cause the most significant global disruption any of us has ever...
The liminal space of COVID-19
So here we are... in this unusual liminal space between "the world before COVID-19" and "the world after COVID-19". I gathered some of my thoughts around what it means to go through the liminal space, and how we need to seek out the wayfinders and imaginal cells in...
The Girl in the Painted Dress: An allegory for those who want to be free
After I wrote The Girl in the Velcro Dress, a number of people said they wanted to know how the girl reclaimed herself. This is that story. You may wish to read the other post first. Listen to me read The Girl in the Painted Dress: Once there was a girl in a...
Caregiver Overwhelm: A story for those who tend and befriend
Listen to me reading the post: A couple of days ago, I cried in the carwash. It seemed a fitting place for waterworks, and a little screaming, if necessary. I was on my way home with the groceries that were needed to cook supper for my family, but I wasn’t...
The Girl in the Velcro Dress: An allegory for those who carry too much
Listen to me read the post: Once there was a girl who wore a velcro dress. At an early age, before any other options became apparent to her, she’d stitched that dress together out of all of the bits that had been passed down to her by her mother and...
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