Forget the Journey

Forget the Journey

When I sat down to write a poem several weeks ago, my higher knowing immediately popped in with this: Forget the journey You have always been the destination A star need only shine A couple of weeks before this, I’d gotten the message that it was time to “Be the...
Time to Howl

Time to Howl

One morning several weeks ago, a coyote ate its breakfast beneath the juniper trees in front of our house. Coyotes are common where my husband and I live in New Mexico, but we’ve never seen one eat so close by. We watched through the windows. It felt important. The...
Cicada Season

Cicada Season

This morning, while sudsing my hair in the shower, I knew it was time to have a conversation with the consciousness of the virus shutting down normal life throughout the world right now. Even before I could rinse away the bubbles, I saw a lot that helped make sense of...
Playing Beyond the Leading Edge

Playing Beyond the Leading Edge

It’s astonishing what can shift almost overnight. I was going to wait a week before I posted a new blog post, but this can’t wait. My team is poking me in the ribs, and I’ve been pacing around my house eager to share. So here goes. After I woke up yesterday morning, I...
What If?

What If?

Something magical has been unfolding for me these past few weeks. It’s been subtle and soft, a butterfly flapping its wings, but powerful enough to get my attention even amid the flurry of opening my Etsy store, balancing two classes, working on my NaNoWriMo novel,...