Dear Dad, This morning as I was running through the gently falling snow (Yes, I've taken up running. Surprised?), I found myself thinking about you, Dad. You see, there's something I've been aching to talk to you about this week, and it's making me miss you like...

As a novice runner, I use a handy-dandy app on my iPod to tell me when to switch from running to walking. So far, I've worked my way up to nine minutes of running and two minutes of walking, repeated four times (for a total of 44 minutes). Each interval is marked by a...

I am so very, very happy. Happy to be working in my tiny basement office/studio with my candle burning. Happy to be dreaming of all of the creative things I will be doing in this self-employment journey. Happy that I've been connecting with so many extraordinary...

Why do we write? Why do we come to the page day in and day out and pour out our souls? Why, especially, do we who are bloggers regularly choose to send our words, our hearts, and our hurts, into cyberspace for all the world (or at least a dozen or so people) to see?...

When something profound has happened in my life, like this past weekend at The Listening Well workshop with Christina Baldwin, I often find myself sitting with images and music for awhile before the words are ready to emerge. I have been changed by a circle of 16...

Recently, I was invited to join a blogging circle made up of Tara Sophia Mohr, Lianne Raymond (two contemplative thinkers whose writing inspires me) and myself, to consider, together, our response to the recent blogging trend of promoting a lifestyle detached from...

There may come a time, my friend, when you have lived too many lives that are not your own, followed too many rules that broke your spirit, and mastered the art of imitation. This will be a time when you've forgotten your own shape and you find that you no longer...

My friend Christine invited me to join Graciel's blog challenge to go out and find/make signs that reflect what we need in our lives. Since I wanted to wander back into the woods to find my enchanted purple-leaf-hideaway anyway, I grabbed my camera, a Sharpie, and...

"Hello, my name is Heather Plett and I am an accomplishment-aholic." Cringe. It's true. I'm addicted to accomplishments. I NEED to see results or I start to get twitchy. Even though I've been determined to not be too driven this month and to spend some time in...