moving forward

“In the beginning, I was so young and such a stranger to myself I hardly existed. I had to go out into the world and see it and hear it and react to it before I knew at all who I was, what I was, what I wanted to be.” ― Mary Oliver Life has […]

nesting place

I am reading the chapter about the Gospel of Luke in Heart and Mind by Alexander Shaia this Advent. It begins with this poem by David Whyte. I have read it again and again and can feel it becoming something I start with each day this season. Coleman’s Bed, by David Whyte Make a nesting […]

practicing for the painful days

As our seasons continue to change, autumn slowly begins to welcome winter and our days get darker, my soul is reminded once again how much growth happens in the dark. Most of us know that dark times eventually bring growth, hope, and gratitude. Usually, these lessons come when the light begins to shine on our […]

autumn begins

“Darkness deserves gratitude. It is the alleluia point at which we learn to understand that all growth does not take place in the sunlight.” ― Joan Chittister This Saturday is the Autumn Equinox, when the sun will move from the Northern hemisphere to the Southern and our days here in the Northern Hemisphere will begin […]

first roll

My sweet husband gave me a Rolleicord V for my birthday. I took my youngest daughter out to shoot a test roll. In honor of her coming out this year, I pairing the images with some of my favorite LGBTQ poets. “To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.” – Oscar Wilde The […]

for courage

I have a few friends that are going through some dark days. If we are honest with ourselves, we all have dark days; the days when the little things seem big and the big things seem impossible. It is hard to be vulnerable and brave with yourself and others on those days. The darkness seems […]

greet yourself

Feelings are wonderful, glorious things. Some are easy to love: joy, hope, happiness, peace. Some take time to learn how to love: confusion, apprehension, remorse. Some are hard to see how or why we ought to love them at all: grief, abandonment, fear. Still, they can be, if we allow them and if we are […]