Tag: Authenticity

Mid-May I received notice that my blog site is up for renewal toward the end of June. I wondered if it was worth continuing. There are many reasons to quit. But the reason to quit that haunts me most is…

How Contemplative Writing is a spiritual practice for me and how sharing my writing with you is a calling.

My unresolved hurt and anger at the healthcare system coupled with my unconscious grief at the retirement of a trusted doctor led me to lose my equanimity. Uncomfortable consequences ensued.

In my last post, I wrote about the “gift of connection” I received from my cousin, Mike. This post will make more sense if you have read that one … and/or this one written some time ago. Mike’s Curiosity about My…

January 15, I wrote a post about my struggle to find myself in the writing / publishing world. I declared that I had lost myself trying to be someone I am not. I made lists about “who I am not” and…

“Vulnerability is at the core, the center, of meaningful experiences.” ~Brene Brown People fascinate me. I love to learn what makes them tick. That is probably why a ministry as a family and relationship therapist called to me. It also…

“Once I was lost and now I’m found.” ~from the Hymn, Amazing Grace LOST A common phenomenon for writers finishing a book is to experience a letdown. While being interviewed after publishing his latest espionage novel, John le Carré admitted to…

Eight of us gathered in a circle in Marcia’s living room for a “Giving and Receiving Love” advanced Imago training.  I flinched, surprised at how startled I felt as our trainers, Marcia and Orli, vulnerably revealed their childhood coping mechanisms…

Once more my writing has been honored by inclusion in Story Circle Network’s anthology, Real Women Write: Sharing Our Stories, Sharing Our Lives. The topic of the 2017 anthology was “Difference.” My essay, which appears in the online version, is…

People often ask memoirists why we write the story of our life.  Writing is for me a spiritual practice — an exploration of the deepest terrain of my soul. I felt compelled to write my story. In the beginning stages, I…