Hunger
You and I are begging bowls waiting to be filled --our needs so much simpler than we believe them to be. The bell of our tongues knows nothing of the shrunken belly's hunger for infinity......
The Deva of Grace
Wild
Wild is anything that's not at home in something else's place... --Wendell Berry, from A Timbered Choir Today, this wind my home Today, this lucid sky Today, I own nothing-- am owed nothing. Today only throatsong, eyesong, brimming wind, lucid sky today no name, no...
What Really Supports You?
Last Friday, I had the great privilege of leading a circle of 45 radiantly creative women on a journey into the Heart of Support. This morning, I'd like to share with you an excerpt from our Deep Dive exploration into Support. The dictionary definitions of support...
Desire, Risk and Creative Buoyancy: an Interview with Danielle LaPorte
This morning, I woke to monsoon skies and the first hint of Fall in the air. The creative ferment of September is calling. And, this morning I had a wonderfully stimulating, enlightening, laughter-filled conversation with my dear friend, Danielle LaPorte. We talked...
Love Is Not a Strategy
Love is not a strategy. It's a quality of soul, a gift of essence. So are generosity, gratitude and appreciation. When you harness these qualities to an agenda -- whether that's building your list, promoting your offers or growing your networks -- you disconnect from...
The business of support: A conversation with Alex Franzen
Support is essential for creating and growing the world of your business. Over the past few weeks, Ive had a number of exploratory conversations with friends and colleagues about Support - what it is, for them; what part it has played in their success; how they access...
Tide Line
Yesterday, I walked the tide line on the beach below my house. In the wet sand, tiny black pebbles embedded in the echo of receding waves... The activity of tide made visible. That's what our lives are-- the activity of the Sacred made visible-- one pattern receding,...
The Deva of Mercy
For today shed the cloak of judgment. Enrobe yourself in mercy in the silk of love. Let the wind cradle you, waft you to the next horizon. Be light. Be free.
Sweet Support
For some time now, my baby granddaughter has been almost-walking. She gets where she wants to go by holding onto whatever is nearby -- a chair, a window, a tabletop, her mum's finger, her dad's leg. She loves to move -- and being upright and mobile at the same time...