Tag: journey
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Big Journey
While chatting on the phoneWith an old friendThis past weekendShe told me that myJourney was BigRight nowRevelations:ADHD and Ancestry.Relatives found on both sides.Sleuthing skills activated.Connections made.Back doors found.People I want to meetPeople I am unsure ofDo I want this?Is it too late to back out?Why would I want to?I have always strived to be brave.And…
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The Truth in Dreams
I have wondered about my ancestrySince I was a teenSelf consciously learning aboutThe worldAnd my place in it.I’ve had Ancestor DreamsSince my twentiesThat include:An alien father With swirling blue eyes That matched his cloak.A Grandfather CoyoteWith slicked black hairAnd sunglasses -Strutting his stuffAcross the streetIn style.AlsoA small, leathery grandmotherFrom the Andes.She has a huge smile…
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All the feelings….
I went through a particularly bad spell in November where I had a mini breakdown at work while reading picture books. Nervous exhaustion meets quiet room.
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So Much Happening
All the time. It’s hard to find time. I finished my latest tapestry a few weeks ago. It came out really well.
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The way
This is the way Forgiveness You have to forgive yourself If you want to be whole You are broken From trying to fit into a shape That is not yours You want to be whole Forgive yourself Love your heart Love your mistakes Love your despair Then work for your dreams and goals From your…
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On Failure
So I’ve been thinking a lot about failure lately. About how it builds resilience and how good it is for human growth. And how most adults try to avoid it like the plague. I’ve read articles oriented toward business leaders, listened to people who have worked at Stanford’s d school, and have tried to embrace…
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An Offering (for the canyon)
Tending my body in the wise woman’s house I watch my loose hair go down the drain In Santa Fe Two days previously I watched my hair strands blow from my fingers In Chaco Canyon
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Soul Cleanse
You are a toxin That I need to release slowly Over time. Through tears and sweat And sweet, kind words To myself. Our son told me this morning That he thought that you had always Been mean to me. I will not Be the woman I hate to read about.
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this is me being vulnerable
A while ago, I re-posted a blog I wrote for the people I work with about resilience and vulnerability. So while I had the idea that this website and blog (Woven Bits) would mainly focus on my weaving and transitioning from my current profession to one of my own creation, the universe seems to be…
