We've moved into a new realm in the era of speaking up. I fear that soon the weight of another story about unwanted sexual advances or harassment will not be so heavy at all. Similar to the way we, in America, have become less shocked to hear of another shooting. Will nothing ever be sacred... Continue Reading →
I did not participate in the #MeToo posts on social media. I could have, maybe should have, but I couldn’t wrap my head around sharing a blip of info in the context of something so huge and scandalous. This would have been the first time I shared anything publicly, and there was a lot to... Continue Reading →
When you're a mega-doer, there's so much focus on meeting deadlines, accomplishment and results. How could there be any room for self-compassion in a whirlwind way of living?
Funny, I chose a profession that kept me from sharing my personal voice, being seen, or even noticed at all. I chose a field that for the most part, the external world chiefly recognizes the wins, and not the process behind them. The patterns in our lives run deep.
Words have power on a page, in a melody, accompanied by instruments. More powerful and sharper than when they come out of the mouth. They cut, burn, soothe and caress.
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