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  This is is a piece I wrote in a recent writing class. The brief was to write an encouraging letter to a young writer.   Dear Jane, I have been wondering how I could reply to your last letter. I have waited so long to receive it, though I knew one day it would […]

I feel like a spiritual schizophrenic. I am the wee scared self (wss) who needs her plans. I am the Witness who whispers “Nothing wrong”. wss is scared of missing out, being left behind, of delusion. She makes plans for a future that does not exist, broods over a past now gone. She does not

This feels like the bravest post I have done to date. I have written about the spiritual experiences I have had since I experienced burnout. I have become aware of a Self that observes everything that happens, as well as another part of me that is scared. I decided to set up a dialogue between

Quiet is the gift I found at the bottom of the abyss of despair. Its only voice is “there is nothing wrong”. The chatter of plans gone wrong is silenced in that truth. Who am I without the story of things gone wrong? Woman in chair, puppy by her side, the rain on the window,

In Little Gidding, T.S. Eliot wrote: “We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, unremembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; At the

  I am learning to be honest but the journey is not an easy one. Girls are not taught to be honest, we are taught to be good, compliant, helpful, pleasing to others. What a price we pay for this. When I burned out, in order to recover, I had to look at all the

  I recently joined a writing class called Write into Light run by Martha Beck. write-into-light My first submission was a piece bringing together some of the things I have been writing about on this blog. The SIP: Anything but what is. I have recently become aware that my whole life has been a self-improvement plan.