Working my way to hope for the New Year

Working my way to hope for the New Year

There has been a lot of loss and pain this year that I have not published. My life and writing is multifaceted and I was focusing on other things. And it was a very good year in so many respects. As the year came to a close, I wrote a list of highlights and accomplishments in my personal journal and there was so much to appreciate and be thankful for.

For the pain that can't be borne

For the pain that can't be borne

I can't guarantee their safety, success, or well-being. I can't guarantee my own. This is the deep aching vulnerability of being human.

Losing faith to find Love

Losing faith to find Love

A story of courage and hope, of finding faith by losing faith. And learning how to really love people (including ourselves) for who they are and not what they believe.

Auntie Anxiety and her two am homeschool doubts

Auntie Anxiety and her two am homeschool doubts

Let's call her Aunty Anxiety. And I've come to see that her intentions are good, even if I have to squint real hard to see it.

I have a dream (maybe, kinda, sorta?)

I have a dream (maybe, kinda, sorta?)

I don't have the same conviction I once did about dreams and pursuing dreams. Maybe it's just middle age.

The hidden work of nurturer, caregiver, mother, healer, and homemaker

The hidden work of nurturer, caregiver, mother, healer, and homemaker

Maybe in our openness to another's experience, to listen without selfish purpose or aim, we can make a hallow space for our common dreams, hopes and joys; fears, feelings of inadequacy, and struggles.

The purpose and ultimate irony of desire (The mountains are calling)

The purpose and ultimate irony of desire (The mountains are calling)

One of the hardest parts of growing up has been realizing we don't achieve our desires. At least not the way we think we will. The joy comes not in attaining what we desire, but in giving ourselves to the cause, the aim, the goal. Circling the desire, but never reaching it.