Protest IS Patriotic

A stranger on the internet, disagreeing with my #protestISpatriotic hashtag, asked me what freedoms the current administration is curtailing. I have created this reading list for that stranger and any others who might be curious why I feel it necessary to be so political these days.

These are SOME of the things the Trump administration has done that I disagree with, that I believe are damaging to the well-being of our country, and that I protest out of patriotism:Read More »

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Level Up!

I reached a pretty spectacular milestone in my writing adventure yesterday.

I’ve blogged about this before, but I struggle to understand where my stories come from. Other writers will talk about creating whole worlds but that’s not how it feels to me. I don’t feel like I’m creating or inventing the stories I write. It feels more like I’m tapping into a source and downloading them through my fingers.Read More »

Opportunity and Fear

One of the side-effects of learning to declare myself a writer is that people believe that I am capable of writing things. I have people offer me suggestions and ask me to write things for them. Not often, but certainly more often than I did when I told people I was a teacher.

I understand that these suggestions and requests come from a place of honor and respect. The people in my life are saying “I believe you” and “I trust you”. As someone who holds being reliable as one of my strongest toward values, this means A LOT.Read More »

Commitment

At the farm, we begin each circle by reviewing Don Miguel Ruiz’s Four Agreements:

  1. Be impeccable with your word.
  2. Don’t take anything personally.
  3. Don’t make assumptions.
  4. Always do your best.

Often Sara asks the participants which agreement causes them to struggling the most. Agreements 1 and 4 are like breathing for me. If I am alive, I am practicing them. Agreements 2 and 3 have eluded me for 40 years now. Even now, after 2 years of intense effort, it takes all my concentration to even get close. Yesterday, as I contemplated the question of which is the most challenging, I finally decided that it’s the assumptions.Read More »

Chaos and Perspective

Last night, as I stood in the horse pasture, I looked beyond the fence to the field of soybeans next door. I ran my eyes along the chaos of green under the wide, post-storm sky, and recognized its similarities to the vast disorganization of my thoughts. Just as the first flutterings of panic rose in my chest, I turned a little and found myself looking down a series of perfectly straight rows, each exactly the same distance from the next. Immediately, the panic subsided, replaced by the realization that what looks and feels like chaos right now will eventually fall into organized lines. I just have to keep turning it over and around in my mind until I hit the right perspective.