Joy is found in the fallen leaves. Outside, along a quiet path. I am happiest with the quiet of the earth. This weekend I went to the Tibetan Mongolian Buddhist Cultural Center here in Bloomington. Everyone is welcome to walk the grounds and step into the temple. Sometimes I take a cushion and sit in meditation. On Sunday I found silence in solitude. My introversion was in full effect. There were plenty of people on the grounds following a service. I dodged them, keeping my eyes trained ahead of my

We didn’t see the sun when we expected to. Rain fell. It was gentle, delaying the morning. I wanted to listen to the patter, but Monday means breakfast and off to school. So I focused on being a mother, keeping the kids to our schedule, tuning out the usual whines and protests and tears because only one of three wanted to go to school. Only one of three packs her bag with joy. Soon enough, even she was crying because her school starts a full hour after her brothers’. I

I had the wonderful experience of Laura Rike reviewing my blog this week. As a result, I am in the act of cleanup and reorganization. Feel free to comment below with any changes/additions you would love to see here! It is interesting to me that cleanup requires a purging of cobwebs in my mind. Apparently I have several musty ideas for The Honeyed Quill tangled in sticky strings. They have been patiently awaiting rediscovery. Now is their time! Apparently, I have entered my season of high creativity a month early.

I love you most when you are drifting under the wings of nightmares my ear against the grain of your closed wooden door I miss you most when you sleep twisted in the fear you will slip the tether lose your one, small soul. Rest, child. I will hold your string you are the gift I prayed for when I fed blood to Mother Earth.   All of my children struggle with nightmares, but especially one. I find myself waiting at his door listening with my heart as he whimpers.

Most of my work centers on supporting individuals who are surviving or have survived abuse. I would argue that anyone who has survived trauma is still surviving it, but that’s it’s own writing. What I do is help individuals voice and reshape their stories. I do this because my story is one of abuse and survival. Over the years, I have written and rewritten what happened to me along with–and here’s the heart of what I teach–what should have happened to me. I write myself now into my story then.

Despite blood relation, Shareen and I grew up not knowing each other. The last time we saw each other was approximately 31 years ago. We reconnected as adults through the magic of Facebook combined with my work as a writing coach and editor. But you wouldn’t know that through online exchanges. We hit it off hard and fast. She asked me to support her dream of building Open Thought Vortex. As we were working together, I chatted with her about my dream of building  #LinkYourLife into a community based off of truly reading shared work-knowing each

Faith on the Wind Animosity cannot grow here among the shaded groves and dandelions roaring yellow faith. Let sunlight burst from fertile earth between the broken vines; animosity cannot grow here when twilight comes and blossoms close from bright heads to brimming hearts and dandelions roaring yellow faith. Children mourn the passing scene of selfless beauty and of love – animosity cannot grow here; their gentle hearts echo the light from a thousand little suns: dandelions roaring yellow faith. In old age, when the world has worn away the sight

You may have noticed #LinkYourLife just went through some serious visual rebranding. It started in the Facebook group with new admins, each of whom has their own supportive thread (or threads) or host throughout the week. With the new graphics, we have already seen greater engagement and more linking. Many #Lifers have a #LinkYourLife button already present on the blog. It links back to the original #LinkYourLife post, inviting artists of all types to join the movement, forging deeper connections that go beyond the page. The #LinkYourLife community is amazing

I have been hard at work on my dreams of late. I had the opportunity to apply for an award related to those dreams, but in order to do so, I had to state concisely what I do and what I’m working toward. Hmm. I tend to be long-winded, so I sat with a few individuals who know my work well and asked them what they thought about what I am doing. I told them what I thought about what I am doing. What I came away with was a

It was more than forty years ago, when I met this tall gangly fourteen year old, it was my first day of high school, and I’m wearing jeans. This was only a few years after girls were allowed to wear pants in public schools, I was feeling radical, and pretty damn cool. I walked into Spanish class and slipped into an open desk. The kind of desks where the seat, desk, and storage are all connected. I scanned the room for a familiar face and found none. I noticed the

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