Lila-the-Pup and I have moved to a new Mexican village for a couple of weeks.
Last night, I met a man from the States who has been living in this village for a long time. He was big and looked as though maybe he had spent time in a few boxing rinks.
He ordered French fries with a loud voice (and I immediately needed some myself) and then asked me what I did for fun.
This question always makes me nervous and I often feel as though I have to invent something more exciting than the truth. But I don’t…
It’s been a rough week over here. Both make me What I think when reading all of this is: Then he said, in a voice that pierced the night and broke through one more sacred moment: “
A hurricane, a heartbreak, a couple of accidents, and a fierce commitment to living with an open heart have made for a lot of FEELING.
I hadn’t read the news in days until last night.
Then in one gulp, I read about Texas and about Afghanistan. Specifically about women, in both places.
Texas, I had to read twice in order to fully comprehend…
In my experience, Life likes to send us invitations to heal.
These often come at random moments, when we expect them the least. I have had some great breakthroughs in a therapist’s office, and my Morning Pages continue to be one of my favorite portals towards clarity; and yet, these breath-stopping, gut-punching, thoroughly unexpected “WOA” nuggets tend to always propel me forward — paradoxically while asking me to pause whatever I am doing at the moment.
A few nights ago in my bed. It was the end of a rich day and I was looking forward to snuggling up to…
I am tired, this morning.
The kind of tired that’s on the other side of a night of no sleep, or interrupted sleep.
Someone I love was sick last night, thousands of miles away. At one in the morning, a trip to the ER was made and for the rest of the night, my phone was next to me, with hourly check ins. It seems that things are settling, now. A tough night melting its edges a bit with the morning sunlight.
I’m left with this tiredness. …
At a cardiology appointment last week.
I am there for support. To soothe nerves, take notes, hold a hand and ask cool headed questions.
As we enter the waiting room, I can feel my own heart shrink around the edges. Nice room, art on the walls, many chairs, tall check-in counters. The kind that separates elegantly the well from the not-so-well..
We find our spot with one empty seat on each side of us and we get settled for what could be a long-ish wait.
I watch people enter the room, make their way to the tall counters then look…
On my way to the dentist (yes. Again), my phone rings.
On the other end of the line, my daughter dives straight into the reason for her call: “mom, did you hear the news?” — Hmm. No, I have not. Somehow I have a feeling these may not be such happy news. I wait. “Notre Dame” she continues. “Notre Dame is on fire.”
My answer to her non-question is immediate: No. No, Notre Dame is not on fire. The same response she had given me when she was 4 years old and I had told her that I thought that…
Did you know about the power of … shaking?
A friend of mine has been studying Somatic Therapy and couple of years ago, she shared with me the powerful effects of the simple act of shaking.
She had explained to me (and I hope I am saying this correctly) that the reason we shake when traumatic events happen to us, is that the body is using its wisdom to help us move the trauma out, before it can lodge itself in our cells.
She also said that when something unsettling or upsetting happens to us, we can choose to voluntarily…
For most meals during our Retreat, Danielle had been laying copious amounts of exotic food in front of us. From saucy meat stews to tiny cod fritters, mountains of root vegetables and savory bananas to artfully arranged delicious fruit plates, many of which we do not recognize. Even their French names often eluded me as even though the island of Guadeloupe is legally French, this sure wasn’t the food I grew up with, in the “Metropole.” It was exciting and it scratched our group’s itch for the Essences of Adventure and Discovery. Oh, and Nurturing.
Danielle and her mom Esther…
“A year ago, bundled up in my rental car parked on a tiny Greek harbor in the dark, I am talking with a coaching client / friend.
She needs to make a big decision and when I close my eyes, I can hear that something thick is in her way, something that has little to do with logistics.
She talks some more. I listen some more.
Then, as is often the case when someone makes the space for us to truly explore our own nooks and crannies, something important bubbles up, warm and soft, perfectly ready for me to catch…