When Love Calls

Tag: life

  • True Love Just May Liberate Your Soul

    True Love Just May Liberate Your Soul

    To the poly and exclusive, the unicorns and sheep, the LGBTQIA+ and straight, the Council and the Board.

    For my best friend and greatest teachers…..

    Imagine the yawn and stretch of a newborn baby, the silence and breathlessness when snow first falls, the pounce of a tiny kitten or playful tugs of a puppy at your feet. Now for a moment, feel these images, remember them.

    Try again. 

    A beautiful creation that emerges when you have put your heart and soul into something, what about the bliss of Shavasana, after honest effort in a yoga class. The awe inspired by a pink sunset or golden sunrise while standing at the shore. Laughing children as they run freely around and around and around with no specific destination but pure joy. Hearing the words Mama or Dada for as long as that lasts. The moment you have mastered something new, baked and then tasted something delightful or climbed to the top of the mountain just when you didn’t think you could go any further only to discover you almost touch heaven as the clouds are passing by. Can you remember the feeling when your mom, dad, sister or best friend told you they loved your work, just the way you did it?  

    Take note of the moments that stop you in your tracks or at the very least slow you down long enough to notice life and how it is unfolding.  

    Maybe you have read a novel that left you contemplating absolutely everything you thought you knew for days on end, or watched a movie that transports you, that has left an imprint and carried you through, things.

    Let’s keep going.

    Sitting outside on a summer day and hearing someone’s special song being sung for the very first time with their partner on guitar and wingman on bass, knowing for sure that it is those connections that inspired that magic. Those high fiving boys, turned teen, turned men who reached a victory goal because they were in sync and united. Walking along a city street, looking up and witnessing a colorful piece of art covering the entire side of a brick building inspiring a revolution and then dancing your way all the way home. 

    Slow down some more…..

    Watch a fire crackle, snuggled up in a fuzzy blanket, feeling the warmth as the full moon shines down having an unforgettable conversation about the cosmos and all that has been and will ever be with someone so dear that speaks your language so well that their words elevate your soul higher and higher and even higher yet. Maybe you get a moment to watch the grass grow while covered in morning dew as honey bees pollinate sunflowers or a magnificent bald eagle swoops down for its freshwater catch and returns to flight, proud and free.  

    And finally, the weighted simplicity of being present when life happened for however long or short, as you get to be beside someone you have loved deeply, who has loved you whole. There are no tears left, no words to share, but a real knowing that true love in all its forms, just may liberate your soul, while taking your breath away and giving you new life, one moment at a time.

  • Coming Home to Her

    Coming Home to Her

    To the wise women before us, the beautiful women rising, the young girls watching, those who fear women, the cord cutters and spies, those trained to bring other women down, the ones who need to feel loved the most and all the souls waiting to be born…..


    As we navigate life, the call to know and embrace ourselves will arrive in different seasons, inspired by any number of reasons  (birth, illness, loss) or a specific stage of development (adolescence, mid-life, aging) and it will often begin with feeling fractured. It may not stop ringing until we pick up, take a deep breath and listen. Guidance and direction can remind us that we are not alone and show us that when we choose to pause and feel, the possibility exists to emerge a little or a lot more whole. 

    I recently heard that the desire for freedom, peace, happiness, love, safety and belonging are what drive our decision making. I reflected on each one intimately as it sounded reasonable, simple enough and true.

    It prompted me to remember the beginning of my social work journey, where all types of creative
    endeavors, fascinating research projects, unique internships, and pretty cool ice breakers invited me to continuously think about and often challenge who I was becoming in preparation for the world I was willing to show up for. One particular exercise sticks out and I return to it over and over again to see if my answer has changed……..

    We were given a paper with 50 values
    and asked to pick the 20 that were the most important.
    Reduce the list to 10,5, until we were left with our final 3. It was incredibly contemplative and difficult. And for a
    few moments we believed we were allowed to keep them until we were asked to pick just…. 1.

    Freedom

    was where I landed and freedom is where I stay.

    Freedom to think the way I do,

    Freedom to love, love, love, love and love some more.

    Freedom to explore the world, create new ones, come home and go back out again.

    Freedom to make decisions based on who I am and
    who I am not.

    Freedom to change my mind
    as I am given more information and new experiences and freedom to go backwards and discover something brand new from something old.

    Freedom to dance around, burn through,
    breath out and let go of what is not truth.

    Freedom to be who I
    was born to be.

    Knowing that expectations crafted to limit me do not define me

    and remembering,

    Freedom is not experienced by everyone.


    This middle part, inspired by life transitions and motivated by an intuitive desire to
    comfort a world crying so loudly, so mad and on fire, confused and afraid for the first time in so long, I sought clarity.

    I danced, breathed, talked, listened, talked, walked, sensed, worked, wrote, cried, shouted, played, rested, laughed, prayed,

    oh how I prayed..

    and it was in the quiet that I could hear her once again.


    Guided every step of the way, I remembered…

    She is beautiful,

    She is fierce.

    She is kind.

    She is tough.

    She is relentless.

    She knows.

    She sees.

    She hears.

    She is cautious and reckless, equally loyal and desperate,
    somber and anxious, righteous and humble.

    She is funny and likes to have fun.

    Seemingly never enough, ridiculously too much,

    She is jubilantly radiant,

    with a laugh that will fill a room and a wail that will pierce your soul.

    She is passionate

    She is soft.

    She is good.

    She is everything and more in all of her

    imperfect perfection….

    A daughter, a sister, a friend, a mother, a grandma

    a worthy provider, a teacher, a healer, a creator, a nurturer,

    a warrior,

    a goddess, an angel, a magical witch, and

    She knows the Transformative Power of Love

    She is You. She is Me. She is Free to awaken….naturally. With every encounter life offers, she feels her way to herself. She knows who she is and moves with Love, always.