A Tribute to Mary Oliver; I never met you, how did you know me so well?

A Tribute to Mary Oliver; I never met you, how did you know me so well?

Poet Mary Oliver made her transition to the other side this week, Thursday, January 17th, 2019. That night I sat down thinking and feeling into the power and grace her words had had on me over the years and tears welled up. To me, she was more than brilliant. She was a mentor, a lighthouse, a safe harbor to curl up to on a rainy day. Her words made me feel soft, and bold, precious and like nothing could break me all at once. I can look back at my life and know what was really going on inside me by whatever Mary Oliver poem was tacked to my binder, hanging on my wall, or running through my head.

The New Year's question you've never been asked that will shift EVERYTHING

The New Year's question you've never been asked that will shift EVERYTHING

Every New Year’s the inevitable questions arise, you can’t escape it.

  • Have a New Year’s resolution?

  • Got any goals for the New Year? Yeah? Tell me about them.

  • Ugh. Resolutions never sick (and so 2000). Intentions are really what’s it’s about. Got any intentions for the New Year?

  • You know what really works? A word. Just a single word. It’s pretty much an intention, but the cliff-note’s version. So, got a word? Yeah? What is it?

OMG… Starting to feel a little panic-y?

Yeah... me too.