I was sitting in The Estuary classroom earlier today preparing for a class I was offering. I must say, it’s one of my favorite places to be. I could hear several voices in the hallway and in the office closest to the classroom, but I was alone in the classroom itself and it was quiet. The sunlight was streaming through the blinds on the windows, gently illuminating the room. I love this place. It is a welcoming, healing place.
Don’t cry, Susan
My mother said as many of yesterdays’ horrific events
fade back into the recesses of my being …
my tears dried.
Don’t feel, Susan
the world told me as a diverse and risking life continued to teach me
well into the depths of my adult life. . .
Numb became normal.
Stop! my body tries to tell me
as I cry and risk and go on
well into the best part of my life and my work.
I go on working. . .
Don’t be a woman of possibility,
a woman who says the f___ word,
obey the message
“ be nice”
the world says of my ability to say no
because I am a female.
Smile, don’t cry, be nice, talk nice
holds me in a self-made prison of my messaging ...
I want to roar, shout, cry, be hated and
most of all not be nice!
I hurl myself through the wall of messaging
Plunging into the
Wild wonderful world
Of freedom and excitement and possibility
Of creative identity named
Executive Director & Founder
The Estuary, Inc.
“Do I prefer to grow up and relate to life directly,
Or do I choose to live and die in fear?”
I can do hard things.
I didn’t know that when I was younger. I thought it was all about being talented, special, and somehow gifted. I knew I was not those things. So, I believed I could not do hard and difficult things.
I received a postcard the other day. I was excited. I thought a friend had visited a cool and exotic place and had thought of me while there.
Then I read it.
My name is Brent* and we don’t know each other. I have been praying for you morning and evening for the last 30 days.
May the peace and goodness of the Lord be with you and all you love.
Brent (Awaken Nashville)
At first, it confused me. Then a strange “invaded” sort of feeling came over me, not unlike I’ve experienced when something of mine has been stolen. That invaded feeling turned into anger.
This year, let your true self plan for the year instead of letting others make that choice for you…
I ran a workshop earlier this year, Make it Happen in 2018!, and it was filled with enthusiastic participants. There was an energy that filled the room that was palpable. It seemed to say – “Look out 2018, here I come! This year is going to be big!”