And the soul is up on the roof
"And the soul is up on the roof in her nightdress, straddling the ridge, singing a song about the wildness of the sea until the first rip of pink appears in the sky." --Billy Collins, from The Night House
Right-Brain, Left-Brain: Necessary Balance
Please welcome my brilliant friend Jennifer Lee, bestselling author of The Right Brain Business Plan -- a book I recommend regularly to my clients and students -- who has written today's guest post. She is also the creative force behind the 2nd annual Right Brainers...
Perfect Vulnerability: Melanie’s World
My friend Melanie celebrated her 19th birthday, this month. Melanie has cerebral palsy. For much of her life, her mother has cared for her at home with the help of a series of caregivers who feed her, bathe her, change her, carry her from bed to wheelchair to bath and...
Growing the House of Your Business
February has been a month of new construction. The house of my business is growing, and I'm adding rooms, creating spaces in which it can continue to flourish. When my kids were young, their friends were small too. So a weekend sleepover would mean I'd stumble over a...
Chasing The Next Shiny Thing
Here's a question from one of the participants in last fall's session of Become Your Own Business Adviser, which I respond to, in this post. It's an issue that comes up often, in online business circles. If you struggle with shiny object syndrome, you may find it...
Fog-Light and Finding Your Way
On this foggy morning, the sea and sky outside my window blend in layered swaths of grey. The horizon has disappeared, and the mountains that rim it hold their breath in the mist, blindly awaiting its return. Some days, the world of my business feels this way too. I...
What You Know Now
1. Empty of sight you gave yourself away to those who were blind to your gift-- as you were. You. They devoured your sweet juices, spit out the pith and rind of you as you did. You. 2. Years went by. Watchful, rind-thick, rind-bitter, you cradled the memory of your...
Tug Power
This. This log boom gliding silently on pewter waves tethered umbilically to a single tug. Squat, snub-nosed, face only a mother could love-- This small bundle of muscle and will pulls a once-upon-a-time forest effortlessly-- a loggy wake. O, the power of purposeful...
The Nearness of You
It's that time of year, when the urge to be rid of the past, and to forge forward into a glorious future feels almost irresistible. I've been hearing some variation of this from my clients, over the past few weeks: I'm so done with that pattern/that relationship/the...
Ecology of Light: Deva Cards online
For many years now, I've had a daily practice of attuning to the Devas, and partnering with them to create my life, my business, and my world as consciously as I can. These partnerships have been a source of immense blessing. They have helped me grow, take my place in...