We can change this world with words like "love" and "freedom."

I didn’t know much about vision quests, so when I had the opportunity to receive this book free from Hay House in exchange for an honest review, I didn’t really know what to expect. The concept had always intrigued me a bit, though, so I was curious to see what I’d learn.

One thing I was delighted to discover is that you don’t have to leave home to go on a vision quest. I haven’t done that yet, as I’m still trying to figure out how to carve private time and space when we have two dogs and four cats to take care of; but yay, that it’s not impossible! I was also excited because I use a wheelchair outside my home, and finding an accessible place to go on a vision quest that I could afford kind of worried me.

I was also excited to find a chapter about vision quests for teenagers. It’s always good to see these concepts made accessible to and enjoyed by everyone!

I loved that Denise Linn teaches us that vision quests are about intention and whatever feels right to the individual. This makes doing a vision quest much less intimidating and far more of a reality.

Be yourself.

All you have to do is figure out who that is. Cut through all the noise, get quiet, and listen. 

Do you feel alone tonight?

“….God sets the lonely in families.”–Psalms 68: 6

When you feel that you can’t go on alone, remember this. Know that there is a place where you belong. Keep going. You will find your people–the ones who will open their arms, their hearts, and their lives to you.

thought for the day

Compassion heals the heart and soothes the soul.

Why do i write?

I write to make others think AND feel.

Filling Your Own Cup

How can you be there for people who are depending on you when you’re running on fumes yourself? How can you teach them what they most need to know when there are days you can’t find your own way out of the darkness? Sometimes you have to fill your own cup. Sometimes you have to scream into the emptiness, even though all you hear is the echo of your own voice. Sometimes you just have to know that tomorrow will come, and one of these tomorrows will bring change. It will bring hope and a reason to get out of bed and a reason WHY. You’ll understand what you don’t understand now, and that’s what you can bring to those who depend on you. You can bring them hope and a hand to hold and someone to sit with them in the darkness when they feel alone.

I was challenged by the amazing Patti Digh to get back into my writing by writing 10 minutes a day. Even 10 minutes seems to be hard, and I wonder why something I love so much and something that’s so much a part of who I am is SO hard to do sometimes. What has happened to my voice?

So finally the seemingly endless rain we’re having in Asheville in May has brought me back in touch with something inside. I’m not sure what, I’m not sure why–but the rain has triggered my sadness at the loss of my voice and the loss of my self. I’m in one of the most open-minded and open-hearted communities I know, yet I find myself at a loss as to how to build a supportive community of my own.  I long for kindred spirits, yet when they come my way, I can’t seem to bridge the gap between us. I just want some friends, yet I feel that no one truly knows me. No one truly cares. So I shut down. I stop reaching out.

My heart hurts. My soul aches. I am alone.

Last night I saw a picture on Facebook with the caption, “Sometimes your only available transportation is a leap of faith.” Thank you, Margaret Shepard, whoever you are, for giving me that last push off the cliff that I needed to take that leap of faith.

As of last night, I am open to business, to connecting, to coaching. I am here for those who are burned out and need to find balance in their lives. I am especially open to those who are frontline staff in social service/mental health/nonprofit work. Those are my kindred spirits. I know how much you give day after day, and I know how hard it can be to let yourself take in encouragement, especially when resources are so limited and you’re so used to putting everyone else but yourself first. I’ve seen it, I’ve done it–I’ve been in the field for over 20 years. Let me be there for you. You don’t need to be fixed. You need to be shown that you matter and that you can’t keep giving when you’re getting nothing in return.

I’m here in person, on the phone, by email–however it works best for you. If you work days, evenings, nights, it doesn’t matter. Here’s a hand held out for you. I hope you’ll take it!

I’ve spent the past months since you’ve heard from me looking for myself. I found out last week that maybe I wasn’t as lost as I thought I was. I started this blog for people in the helping professions who were trying to overcome burnout and who were trying to find their “right fit” in that setting. In October, I accepted a position that I hoped would lead me to that place. It didn’t take long before I started to realize that wasn’t going to happen–at least not in that position.

Last week someone empowered me to realize that I was already where I wanted to be. I don’t need anyone’s permission to take leadership in an area where I see a need. I don’t need anyone’s permission to create my own place and my own practice. I was too busy saying yes to everything that my job entailed that I forgot what my work in the world actually is. So now I’m saying yes again. Saying yes to being there in every way I can for everyONE I can. You will see some changes here in what I share, but I hope and pray that we build something together that we can all take heart from.

My partner and I moved to Swannanoa, NC, 2 1/2 weeks ago. I can’t tell you the joy that this statement brings me. When I was in college, we used to go on retreats at Bonclarken in the mountains of North Carolina. Even though the move has caused untold amounts of stress, and we haven’t really gotten a chance to meet people and make ourselves at home, I feel as if I have found the place I’m supposed to be and always have been.

I look out and see the mountains from our front deck and breathe a deep sigh of peace.  We can hear birds sing and the crickets at night. The most annoying sound I ever hear is the sound of a train late at night, but now that I’m getting used to it, even that is soothing.

More as we continue to settle and hopefully find the home we’ve always dreamed of.

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