Lying in the Bed We Make

Here is a metaphor: An angel and a demon make a pitch in the boardroom at McMann & Tate(Bewitched) and the demon wins the account. It stood there and gave graphic details of death and destruction, chaos and DIVISION, (albeit veiled by smoke and mirrors, with a huge firework display at the end) while the … Continue reading Lying in the Bed We Make →

What If

Waking up in a state of fear that is not at all in alignment with the state of reverent gratitude that now permeates my waking hours, I realized the wise solution is to invite it to sit and allow it to speak. Knowing I am the Queen of my kingdom(my physical body), I pronounce that … Continue reading What If →

Totaled

I have never not called my mother at midnight on New Years Eve to wish her a Happy New Year. It's our ritual. To my recollection my teen daughter has never not sent a message or a snap chat since she has been spending this time away from me.These days it's nothing but time away. … Continue reading Totaled →