In the Strangest Places…

I’m in a place of…movement…what I used to call…change…that is until…Bertha…got a hold of me…reminding me that the only way to get where I want to be…is to move…from where I am…   Somehow…I still find the thought of movement to be much less threatening than...

The Winds That Blow…

Last night…just after dark…there was a lovely…lightning display…which started well before the rain…and…I knew what I had to do…sit on the porch… I know…probably not the smartest thing to do…but…there was no thunder…so…it felt safe…and…besides…the wind was...

One Man’s Difficult…

Someone…recently described me as…difficult…my first response was…to think of all the ways that my…difficultness…had been warranted…of all the ways…that I was…right…and they were…wrong…to perpetuate myself…as the victim…of unjust criticism… Of course…Bertha…only let me...

The Floating Place…

Yesterday…the topic was…movement…AKA…change…and it continued to develop for me over the course of the day…as…Bertha…gently…and not so gently…continued to nudge me in the direction of movement… Until…finally…I realized…she was nudging me over a cliff… It’s not a new...

A Life in Movement…

Today…Bertha…is nudging me to think about…change…she’s calling it…movement…but…she says it’s the same thing…I can’t move forward…without changing where I am… I never really thought of it like that before…I can’t be there and here at the same time…whether it’s my...