Why am I here?

Renee looking over frozen lake

The clock on the nightstand told me it was 3:30 am, I am only semi-conscious, I am sweating, I have become aware of the fact that my body is in a state of wanting to run. A feeling of total panic runs through me. I look around the room trying to get my bearings, the…

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The loss of Blue

I started out this month working on a blog about how I have found my mission, that initial draft full of excitement of how after 30 years of searching and questioning the knowledge is there and the struggle of the search is gone but then everything changed. I came into this year beginning to lean…

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Asking Questions as a Practice of Self Care

How do I write about the bad things that happen? How do I write about sad things and not relive them?  Instead, being able to process them and reflect on them, to take those nuggets of wisdom from the experience and move forward better for having lived through it. I once tried morning pages, the…

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Freeing the Goddess

The other day I was reflecting on this last year and I was called back to a Thursday last fall, 2019, yeah that one that feels like a lifetime ago when everything felt “normal”. I was driving from my client site to the airport in the rental car of the week. This was my routine…

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Zoom Gratitude

Last August my son Shane moved to Los Angeles to attend film school.  My daughter Courtney lives with her husband Justin in Arizona.  Before the pandemic hit, I had been traveling each week to Arizona to be at my client’s for work, Monday through Thursday. When I started traveling regularly to Arizona, I spoke to Courtney about getting together regularly, it was something that she and I were both excited to have the opportunity to do.

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Sisterhood

I am the oldest of four girls, I guess with this “oldest” title came the automatic assignment of always being the one responsible for the others. I was capable, more than capable so when my mom left when I was nine and requested that I parent my little sisters I was flattered that she would see that I was capable.

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I am not my story

Over the past month I have written each week about some of my experiences growing up, I did so because these experiences have come up frequently in my Writing Wisdom practice and I wanted to share not just the experience and the details of those moments from so long ago but I wanted to share what I see, feel and experience in them now from this safer, perhaps more comfortable place of looking at them as an outside observer far into the future.

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