You Are Invited To The Empathy Chamber

Our personal story as women are powerful, especially if we know it through another woman. When two or more meet, there is a fantastic process that happens that is unifying, supportive and allows us the forward momentum we need. We open up and feel joy when we share our stories with someone else. Not only do we share joy but somehow, just knowing we have unconditional love, no shame or blame is empowering. And that’s what I want for you.

I invite you You To The Empathy Chamber.

Tuesday. September 11. 2018

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Once Upon A Time There Was A Monster

Once upon a time, there was you and me. We used to sit around the campfire and tell our stories. And they were marvelous stories too. Of course, there were those of us who could tell stories and keep us on the edge of our seats. And there were those of us who needed to be encouraged to tell their stories with questions, supportive declarations, and our eyes full on. But when they finished telling their stories, everyone clapped because the stories were great to hear.

All of us loved sitting around the campfire hearing our stories. One day, a monster came to the campfire and smashed the fire out with his big stomping ass feet. He was a mean monster, and he was angry that we told these fantastic stories. He wanted to Read More

Beyond

Grant and I made it a point to take in my birthday, my sixtieth year with joy. We took the ferry over from Edmonds to Kingston the same time I took it when I worked at Poulsbo Elementary.

We drove to Hansville, to Point No Point Lighthouse and watched the fishermen trying to catch salmon. We walked the beach and saw Seattle from a distance in the fog. We didn’t look too closely at the large city in the mist. It was irrelevant for today. We stopped at Hansgrill Hansville Grocery for a sit. I had a latte and Grant had Mexican coke and a fudgsicle. It was only te Read More

Are You Suffering?

Most of us are, but we can’t admit it to ourselves. Suffering takes many forms, and for most of us it involves a world where change is constant, and the loss of people, treasured values, and a complex world is omnipresent. We don't like to admit this to our consciousness, that our hearts are hurting so we keep ourselves busy, get involved in perpetual motion and search for that physician, the nurse, the shaman or healer that is going to take this aching loneliness out of our bones.

Suffering happens with transitions to change. Since change is a constant, this suffering is painful to stabilize. Remember how long it took you to get over a loved one’s death? Or think of the first time you lost a loved one and reali Read More

I’ll Never Get This

I never glimpsed the inner core of my mom, and I don’t have her stories I can read in a book to celebrate her birthday today. I do have her poems, and I’ll make that into a book. But if I could have anything from Mom, it’d be her stories, the heart of her stories from her perspective.

Our relationship was rocky at best. I loved my mom, but I kept my distance because we were so much alike. I hated how sensitive she was and could feel peoples’ feelings. Yes, she was empathetic, and so am I. That means she took in peoples’ feelings and processed them and moved to such Read More