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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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

Precious

I snuck downstairs at 3:30 in the morning. What am I doing up at this hour? Besides wanting to finish Rose’s book so that her son could proof it. Besides writing my blog | newsletter for this morning, I had to go outside to see. I had to. I disarmed my house alarm. I let Stubby Wubby; my big fat Grandfather cat hobble outside for a little bit of fresh air. He doesn’t roam too far and trusting that the coyotes wouldn’t get him because that’s always a factor. Locked the door and then went to the back door and opened it up.

I snuck outside to the back part of the porch which is Grant’s workshop space. I wondered in worried tones if she would be there. And, she was there.

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Who?

Let’s be honest; we have tons of pictures and lots of videos that replicate our “Kodak” moments and experiences. But what do we do with them? I have 30 photo books of my children growing up.

Do they want these books?

The answer is, “No.”

And it’s not to be harsh, but it is a painful reality that we capture life on our phones, explain it on social media and there it stays, our chronicled life unless we do something about this. We live in a mobile society that loves a good story when placed in a format that is meaningful, impactful, emotional, tells Read More