In my previous post, I referred to “the Voice”, the whispered wisdom that I hear in the deepest recesses of my mind, distinguishable from all other thoughts, each with their own personalities. The Voice has been my inner navigation system — my GPS, if you will. But I’m not going to talk about “the Voice” … Continue reading con game
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Cesca has shared with me a BuzzFeed video blog that she found on FaceBook of a young woman who went for a week without make up. I watched it with interest, having had many similar experiences. I even laughed out loud when a co-worker who remarked at her looking tired since that is what I've … Continue reading seven days
A week ago I planned full immersion in writing my story. I was going to ride the energy of National Novel Writing Month, which has been building a pretty powerful morphic field since its founding in 2005. (For more about morphic fields, check out the link below.) I’ve been creating shifts for myself and others … Continue reading just me
There were no locks on the interior doors of my childhood home. Our family of six lived in a tiny two-bedroom house on the edge of Brooklyn in what had been a beach community of bungalows until the soldiers returned from WWII to settle down. The only privacy I had in that house full of … Continue reading from exile to emergence
Sunday afternoons the six of us piled into Dad’s station wagon and drove to Uncle Rick and Aunt Mary’s house. It wasn’t a long drive but everything we had to do before we went there, made is seem so. First, there was church. Dad didn’t go - he was ‘done’ with priests after a falling … Continue reading something about mary
When children share secrets, there's a bit of intrigue mixed with excitement. A bond is formed between those ‘in’ on information meant for no one else. A child feels trusted … special ... chosen. When adults share secrets with children, it often has the same effect, but with the weight of burden. This weight of ‘keeping’ … Continue reading silence of the lamb
Wow. That’s it. Just ‘wow’. See, here’s the thing, and it’s something I’ve come to terms with myself with a long time ago: I am a sprinter, not a marathon runner. Regardless of the arena I find myself in, corporate world or home, I work best with focused intense efforts under short deadlines, rather than … Continue reading marathon (wo)man
