🖤 last september, in a special place in italy
a week of wonder and magic unfolded . . .
and i felt both delighted and honored to be with
this incredible group of women during THE ARRIVAL #6 🖤
“Your commitment to attending the arrival is an investment in your future self.
a quick life update:
i thought i would have chosen
my word of the year by now
i’ve narrowed it down to three
but i still haven’t decided
i thought i was all done
with daily headaches last may
especially after that inconclusive MRI
but i still struggle with them (yes, they’re back)
i thought that fulfilling my jury duty service
the first week of january and getting
my life-saving-nucala injection approved
after the insurance company’s initial denial
would allow me to concentrate on
other things that need attending to
but i still feel distracted
i thought i’d exhausted the self-diagnosis-limit
of several dire diseases
(though it looks like i truly am nearing
the end of a shingles-no-rash outbreak)
but i still feel exhausted with lots of body aches
i thought i’d get used to a home without a cat
after several months of living feline-free
but i still crave that comforting presence
i guess you could say that so far
2025 hasn’t been my favorite year
but my sons are both on exciting new adventures
that make me proud of them every single day
i’m stretching myself, learning new things,
and spending memorable moments
with eric and good friends
and today i feel cozy and warm
inside the pink house
while beautiful snow
falls silently outside
it will all be okay.
never
ending
never
understood
never
peace
fighting
to be
free . . .
unrivaled.
stuck
spikes
swirls
set points
repeat.
out of the loop
dismissed
diminished
detached
the aches
the pains
but still
the dreams
the hopes
the moon
cold and full
looms over
my decision
to silently
withdraw
until epiphanies
are no longer
muffled like
solid rock
to be
effervescent
again
to be
clever
again
to be admired
again
to be
april
again
blocks
trampling
their way
through
openings
green
fresh
inviting
creative
strength
training
inside
underneath
hidden
difficult
unraveled.
my word of the year for 2024 is TAPESTRY. and i’ll be saying more about what that’s meant for me closer to december’s end.
but i also chose what i called an auxiliary or secondary word VIBE. here’s how i characterized it in my head: a vibration that changes throughout the year to align with and adjust to my many mercurial moods.
for the past ten days, i’ve been immersed in a very interesting creative practice, taking a journey deep into my body’s spontaneous wisdom. as part of a year-long course i am enrolled in, i was invited to “meditate upon the poetry of my mysterious inner life.”
each day, i set aside a few minutes to quickly pull from a magazine an image that attracted me, a picture that produced a strong emotional charge (even if i didn’t fully understand why at the time).
i glanced in that direction
and i wondered
what was keeping me from
proceeding down that way?
insecurity, fear, confusion?
maybe just indifference
what would change in my life
if i decided to go? or not go?
and what would either moving
or staying say about me?
TAPESTRY . . . weaving
the layers of my life
i thought they would come
together in the form of
storytelling this year
but so far 2024 has had
something else in mind
for me and i’m still
unraveling the “why”s and
the lessons behind them
an intense and daily
headache for six months
one continuous and invasive
throbbing that stole away
many precious moments
i felt myself fading into
the background, worrying
about the-worst-it-could-be
and just like that, now
it’s gone – an MRI with no
conclusive findings, likely
my maxillary sinus perforated,
a dental visit gone awry
VIBE .
ciao! i have big news to share on this summer solstice day . . .
announcing the first of two retreats celebrating
💚❤️ THE ARRIVAL FAREWELL TOUR ❤️💚
THE ARRIVAL 2024 (#6)
🇮🇹 tuscany, italy 🇮🇹
september 16-21
and guess what?
what i’m reading: the wrong hostage by elizabeth lowell, a place in the world: finding the meaning of home by frances mayes
what i’m watching: the saint tv series, season 1 (1962), starring roger moore
what i’m listening to: i’m not a fan of audio, but i am currently enrolled in two online courses: “neuro linguistic programming (NLP) practitioner / life coach certification” and “the art of healing depression” (with shelley klammer)
what i’m eating: cabbage & carrots, organic blue corn tortilla chips, pepitas, iced tea
what i’m planning: “talk & walk” one-to-one coaching sessions in wallace, THE ARRIVAL farewell tour (2024-25) at villa magnolia in italy
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