Somewhere around the turn of the New Year, thoughts about fear kept weaving themselves through the fabric of prayers, experiences and conversations that make up the living, breathing fabric of Life. I suddenly stepped back and saw a greater pattern in mine. I saw some of the ways that fear has dictated my thinking and guided my decision making process. Fear dominated much of the way I approached my faith. Fear snuck its way into my thoughts about femininity. Fear told me to hold back reserves even in my deepest friendships. Fear kept me from following. Fear had my hopes for the future locked up tight in cages. But something has been shaking loose. "Be a Lamp. Or a Lifeboat. Or a Ladder. Help someone's soul heal. Walk out of your house like a shepherd." - Rumi The BIG parts of life and death keep hitting me like a Mack truck. Rather than be the sad llama who feels oh so sorry for herself, I want to be the little big me, w
Go there, where you see your heart leading you, keeping you from turning into a dry desert of sorrow...