What keeps you, tell me, from falling madly and irrevocably in lovewith the world now that the roses and poppies have declared their silken tongues in plain sight for all to see with summer marching through the aisles not missing a single bargain forNothing is to be had againfor so little
When your heart sinks a thousand leagues under the sea because Love has served you an open ended question Buoy what's left of your lungs to the helium balloon of time And if that does the trick and keep you from losing your mind in the shark eyes of unrequited desire Come up [...]
I've been writing a lot of poetry this fall. Poems, a wise friend told me, are the language of the divine. She suggested to read or write poems every day. This way we may tap into forces that help guide us as we muddle through our earthly dilemmas. One reason why we have these dilemmas [...]
Every now and then I have a client who doesn't show up for a scheduled session and I don't hear from the client again even after I check in. What I do "hear" though is a no. It may not be an openly communicated no, but it's a no nevertheless. A choice was made, and [...]
No, she couldn't sing. Her pitch and intonation were off, but she was the last to be embarrassed. Not that she didn't care what other people thought of her, but she sang anyways, loud, proud, passionate, and off key. I'm talking about Florence Foster Jenkins, a wealthy New Yorker woman of the 1930s and 40s [...]
This, you could count on- that the church bell every quarter hour meters out Day and night. Singing metal claimed from within the sheltering hills around town By men, poor and plain, with nothing but the sigh of a light the size of a matchbox, Three hundred years ago. How did they find what [...]
Teenagers are not the only rebels. Many of us 18 and older are rebels still. We are rebels with a cause. We continue to fight our aging parents and try to make room for who we want to become. We are, it seems, stuck in a state of arrested development. Maybe you didn't get to [...]
I must have been eleven or twelve when I saw this film. What I remember most vividly about it were the main characters: grown men and women actors with the voices of young children. And not only that, they also behaved like children: they bickered, grabbed, pulled hair, pouted and threw tantrums when something wasn't [...]
Last week I turned 50. I am still letting this sink in but am finding it overall very suitable. You made it, my husband and friends told me. Made what? To mid-life, would be an obvious answer. Closer to retirement. To a point in time where I can see my children making it on their [...]
If you have ever wondered why my counseling practice is called "For You Are Made of Stars", here is why. Nine years ago my family and I visited beautiful Nelson, British Columbia. Exploring downtown, we stumbled across a small French bakery, tucked away on a small back lane. We stepped inside, and while my kids [...]