the other day a couple came into my office to speak with me about concerns they have for their child. its a normal occurrence for me, my job is to support parents with concerns about their children. but this meeting was different. i am a diagnostician. i assess situations problems. i assess and in my…
Tag: Post-a-Day
solace
you don’t get to think about it hands over shoulders stretch arms as high as they will go and breath every ounce of stress every care away. repeat.
consumerism and stewardship: can they really co-exist?
an ethic that embodies responsible planning and management of resources, stewardship. i have stuff. lots and lots of stuff. i have so much stuff that my house at time fills overstuffed with stuff. i shift stuff from closet to closet. i invent cubby spaces to house table overflow and shake drawers in awkward attempts to…
veneration, an adornment
these hands bring me mud pies with ant filling and are so sensitive he giggles a bell chiming laugh that feels my heart few have accomplished what he does so effortlessly of elders and matriarchs he commands entire rooms astounded my jaw drops at the magnitude of his appeal favorite son a nomenclature he wears…
teenage dream
like pork chops smothered in peppers and gravy i cling to memories of yesterdays long since gone and think on the scent of apple blossoms and rotten pear trees late summer breezes drift through bedroom windows bring a promise of happily ever after full on media driven romance a heart ripe with promise opens little…
midlife aspirations
wind against my face i race hugging the wall the music behind me the pace i keep my own my first freedom wheels to wood floor sweat pouring down my back i lean into it steady and balanced cute not my agenda i’m going for fierce and strong i race no one in particular one…
dare to bear witness
we live in such isolated bubbles. most of what we do is self motivated. even the most altruistic among us are driven by self preservation – working for change so that they or offspring might benefit from the change that occurs. the definition of community is so different. most of us in western society don’t…
flying squirrels and little drummer boys: why i salute natalie hawkins
my son plays the drums. he’s 5 years old but he’s been playing a backbeat since he was 2. at 20 months he assembled a makeshift set of pots pans steel lids buckets popcorn and coffee cans together to create a set and drum to michael jackson singing ‘you can’t win’ from the wiz. family…
what i really should be doing is yoga (a little upward facing dog would make everything alright)
i’m tired and irritated and i worked a 12 hour day the last thing i want to do is sit down and write this but here i am writing because of a commitment i made to myself to exercise my muse so no my dog did not go outside today but my inspiration gets to voice…
fearfree living 