Re-engaging with my blog, after a long hiatus, is honoring my practice to follow what pulls me.
I created this blog, as part of a business I’d launched, following my passion for altars and sacred space. The Mystery stepped right in with the amazing opportunity to support three of my Beloveds through their end of life Transitions: my Mom, Sister, and Mother-in law. Such enormous privilege and blessing in these experiences.
After just two blog posts, I was diagnosed with Lyme disease. All of my energy turned to the quest for wellness.
Good news: I’ve come out on the other side of chronic Lyme. It’s not that I’ve licked it, but I’m embracing its lessons and blessings, making the most of my privileged life. Gratitude, gratitude, gratitude!
My pull to blogging always comes with the query, “Why blog? Why now?” The broadest, clearest motivation is to juice INSPIRATION, my drug of choice.
Inspiration pulls me up by the bootstraps when I’m dragging, disenchanted, and discouraged.
The gift of Lyme disease is that, at long last, I’m learning how to live in a BODY. Specifically, it computes as finding how to honor and negotiate fatigue…how to build and sustain a practice for strengthening my body…how to create changes in my brain, getting the nervous system to calm down so my body’s healing mechanisms can do their thing.
Puppy Tara, our five-year old golden retriever, is my Bodhisattva. She’s teaching me about presence, living in the moment, taking long naps, stretching my body—and playing!
These are a few of my favorite things…
I LOVE…travel to distant lands, intimate conversations, the first light of morning, laughing ‘til I cry, walks in the forest, being there for others, cuddling Tara, Beauty in all of its forms, free flow days without a schedule. Oh! And silence! Ahhhhhhhhh.
I LOVE…being a wife, step-mom, grandparent, friend. I’m the last living member of my nuclear family. Native of Chicago, USA, I relished childhood summers with grandparents in Michigan. The forest was my grandmother’s cathedral. I inherited her reverence for the Natural World.
I LOVE…making bold moves! Bold, for me, can be as small as applying tempera paint over an image in my visual journal, and as grand as swimming with 60 ft. humpback whales in the deep blue waters of the Caribbean…or, whatever I’m currently pulled to do, while dreaming and also feeling fear. Always worth a deeper, intuitive inquiry, when my fear shows up.
Dear Reader, thank you for checking out my blog. As we meet in this moment, my blessing wishes fly to you. Meo
What you can plan
is too small
for you to live.
What you can live
will make plans
for the vitality
hidden in your sleep.*
*Opening quote from David Whyte’s poem, “What to remember when waking.”