I have received many, many wonderful gifts in 2018. The gifts we give and the gifts we receive are not best determined by their cost or a price tag. Their true wealth is evaluated by the heart. Some of my most favorite gifts have come from YOU, the people who support me and the work of Bird Girl Industries every single day! YOU have given me the gift of grace. Not everything happened the way I thought it would and I have learned to just let it go and see what transpires. YOU
I am grateful for the community we have begun to build in Corvallis. It is built on a foundation of love. I am grateful for the love of my children. I am grateful for the heart song that connects my soul to Jim in all of its beauty. I am grateful for my ability to succumb to the Universes signal that I must rest. It is how I am healthy and can continue to thrive. I am grateful for the opportunity to speak my truth and tell others about opportunities to engage in acts of justi
I am grateful for activists. I receive lots of really incredible emails on a pretty regular basis. This week I received some remarkable messages that I think are pretty great. One was from a student of mine who read the chapter about “substance use” in our textbook and took exception with the language used. He emailed the authors of the textbook and got this response: “The textbook publisher emailed me a proof of the next edition’s chapter on addiction asking me to look it ov
Lately I have been seeing myself taking a head first dive off the rim of the Grand Canyon and instead of sprouting wings (like I thought I would) my body is in a free fall, flailing itself from one rock ledge to the next. Bam-Ouch.
Smack-Aargh. Each full throttle smattering on the ledge reminds me of: An unpaid bill (bang)
A shitty should (thump)
The weight I have put on (slap)
That time that day I raised my voice at the kids (whack)
My lack of motivation to
stop and smell the roses Tonight I planted the very first Mothers Day gift I have ever been given-a miniature rose tree that K bought with her own money after she saw me swooning over it at Costco. It was very nearly dead when she brought it home to me hoping that I could bring it back to life. While I was outside I was grumbling and getting incredibly frustrated that I couldn’t find my pruning sheers so that I could make it look alive again…anger started to fill within me.