a glimpse of my authentic life
There often comes a time on a spiritual path that everything appears to fall apart, and that it takes everything falling apart to find the courage to make a leap – into another space, another life, another self. Five months into the healing of my fractured right arm/shoulder, Hurricane Helene hit Asheville NC, the place I had called home for thirty-three years…
As some of you might know, on June 21 I fell and fractured the proximal humerus of my right arm/shoulder. It was only afterwards that I realized that that day, the day that it happened, was the full moon, the summer solstice, and my father’s birthday to boot. Being somewhat sensitive to large influxes of cosmic energy, I’m surprised…
I’ve shared a lot about learning to live with uncertainty, with change, with the I don’t know, and apparently some untoward part of me thought it might be enlightening to give me the opportunity to see how well I was doing, because on June 21, in unusual, weird, and terribly inconvenient circumstances, I fell and fractured the proximal humerus of my right arm…
The world is becoming curiouser and curiouser, and I’ve been exploring the most expansive ways to stay above the fray. That’s what I call being in observer mode, holding the larger vision for myself and for humanity. If I feel my solar plexus beginning to spin, I know I’m getting stuck in the mire…
I live a quiet life these days, although not one without challenges. At seventy-seven, for me this has become a time for going within, for expanding awareness, for learning to love and take good care of myself. And also for reflecting upon where I’ve been and where I want to be now.