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Always the Fear...Parts I & II

Part I: Finally dipped back into a brief breathwork practice this morning, once Brian had left for the morning’s services. I found my mind mulling over the vagaries of “practice,” like it does when something has impacted me fully, intensely. Will it be like that again? What if I don’t ‘do it right’? Blah blah blah. None of it matters for the practice, whatever it might be, but it is what my mind does as I enter in. The invitation is simply to be with that until my body invites me more deeply in… …to awareness? To insight? To feeling? One never quite knows, which is the gift of the practice. So this morning, I began to feel what I’m beginning to recognize as a familiar pattern: a tightening around the back of my skull, upper neck muscles. Not a painful headachey kind of tightening, but one that always makes me think I have my readers on the top of my head, with the ends pushing into the space behind and a little below my ears. I stay with the practice and get curious… Tears arrived,...

Brigid's Day/Candlemas Musings -- February 1, 2023

I have been “walking the Sacred Wheel” with a gentle focus these last weeks, along with other women gathered by Joanna Powell Colbert ( Gaian Tarot and the HerbCrafter’s deck). It is a gently-invited rhythm of Zoom calls, writing/activity prompts, ritual gatherings to mark the seasonal moments. Like Brigid’s Day/Candlemas, which is technically today , February 1st. It’s provided just the undercurrent I was hoping, amidst sabbatical and my own community transformations right now. Today I’m smiling to relax into letting it all belong , just as it is, within me. Part of what belongs is a tension between showing up for possible new seeds of life and community in Dayton and slowing down , receiving the gifts of stillness and fallow time that sabbaticals provide, if you let them. I am recognizing a drive in me, seeded somewhat by a desire to not be that white woman . I want to be about being human together in new ways, recognizing the patterns and behaviors of whiteness that often prevent...

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I am a scholar, companion, friend, contemplative, wife, daughter, teacher, poet, and most importantly for this space, a writer. I learn best by entering into practice, listening deeply, and remaining open to those who will share their path and passions with me.