on rest
Rest: it’s sacred time. Counter-cultural too. It comes easier on some days than others.
Eliana’s birthday
Celebrating Eliana’s birthday this year, eight years out, came with, as it always does, mixed emotions — love and joy for this little human who made a mother, heartache and longing for not being able to celebrate with her today, and some measure of calm in between in where I find myself exactly today. Transitions, at heart, are thresholds, and standing in this liminal space this week was humbling.
Introducing, Just Visiting.
Introducing, Just Visiting, an audio project grounded in the idea of a “visit,” which for me growing up was sitting down to tea with my grandmother or mother, intended to be time to catch up and be with each other.
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Why not, try?
In October, when I launched eightstrong, I picked up writing for this community bi-weekly to reflect on this new journey and to connect with you all. This space has always been about sharing and finding truth in connection & storytelling, since I first started writing almost eight years ago, and this will remain true. And,
the gift of rest, of invitation
What I carried with me throughout the weekend and into this week, though, was a question: What and who can I invite in? If I can let go of some things, if my day can be a messy ebb and flow of work and play (and work and rest!), what does that look like? How do my priorities show up in the shape of people and problems and possibilities, and in truth, how do I invite them in, in the jumble of real life?
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to the meeting of the dreamy, blue-sky days & the snow days, too: affirmations and intentions to guide you
In truth, the none of us enter the new year unscathed. And the distance between expectation and reality, even of this threshold time, can be deflating. Our intentions for this year are born of the truths of who we are and of our lived experience. And this – who we are, how we have survived and thrived – does not change with the turn of a calendar. Your intentions and your hopes and dreams for how you would like to show up and what you would like to reach for this year can withstand the winds of a day.
there is spaciousness here, on the shortest day of the year
Here we are on the eve of the winter solstice. The shortest day of the year, the longest night. It is inevitable. This progression of time. And here, there are glimpses of something else less foreseen than time’s progression and all the more wondrous. For to be here is a choice. Here, in you today, is the accumulation of every day of this past year. What would you like to affirm for yourself today?
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re-imagining the most wonderful time of the year
This time of year is always a mixed bag for me. Is it for you too? I’m thinking of each of you, and wondering what it would be to show up tired or sad or angry, even to this time of year: wonder – meaning astonishing or miracle – belies more complexity than what we can find within the four corners of a greeting card. In wonder there is room for wholeness. The most wonderful time of year, truly.
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generosity: practicing gratitude
With the turn of the calendar to November and Thanksgiving this Thursday, gratitude is on my mind. It’s a practice. And a choice. Gratitude, I’ve shared, has become a salve for me, in particular, when I wade into the depths of fear far beyond my control. When I’m lost and at risk of falling under with the sheer overwhelm of a reeling world. “Gratitude,” writes poet David Whyte, “is not a passive response to something we have been given, gratitude arises from paying attention, from being awake in the presence of everything that lives within and without us.”
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re-imagining time
Time taken. Time lost. Time spent and time wasted. As someone who works to live from a place of abundance, time has me puzzled. Because nothing feels scarcer than time. And, I wonder what would it look like to consider time as something other than finite?