Solstice In Dixie

From my home to yours…

May the love, peace and joy of the season be with you always.

My latest for The Tattooed Buddha:



Tis The Season…to let go.


As I sit with my feet up, complete with fuzzy socks and a cup of chai tea, w/non-dairy cream, on what’s referred to as Black Friday, I glance up at the news my mom is watching on TV.

My mom never misses the news. Everyday for an hour beginning at 5PM you’ll find her in her recliner watching first the local and then the national news. Thirty minutes each and she assumes that she is fully informed of all the important aspects of politics, religion and world around her.

But I digress. Anyhoo, there I was, in my flannel pjs, feet up and Snooks, my little dog and companion of 11 1/2 years snuggled up next to me, and I look up to see the crowds, the grabbing, pushing, shoving and fights breaking out in a mall less than two hours from my cozy little home in the woods.

And I wonder, why we do this?

Every year we Americans sit at a table surrounded by the people we love, food enough to feed an army, heat, running water and comforts that some can only dream of, and we give thanks to God, the universe, each other or simply to ourselves, for all that is good in our lives. Then in only a few hours later—sometimes much less than that—we’re off to the stores or the mall to fight the crowd for bargains on things we don’t really need.

The typical mindset is that we think we need the biggest and the best at the absolute lowest price possible. Yet the true price we pay is so much more than some will ever realize.

Nothing can replace the time spent with loved ones we see so rarely these days except for special occasions. Nothing can replace the smile on the face of a child when we sit down and spend time with them playing, reading a book or baking cookies. And nothing can take the place of the peace and joy that fills our hearts when we learn to let go, relax and simply BE in the moment.

Traditions can be wonderful, especially those we create with our loved ones, family and friends. But some traditions need to be replaced when they no longer bring happiness, peace and the very joy that they were intended to bring.

All endings were once joyful, happy beginnings. And all beginnings will have an ending. Yet all these endings do not need to be sorrowful and full of suffering. Sometimes there is an opening—a spaciousness—that takes place. And this space can open our hearts and eyes to new wonders and new beginnings.

Sometimes it is in the letting go that we create space for new and better things to enter our lives.

I think it’s time to put Black Friday on the list of things to let go.

I think it’s time to put anything that lessens us as compassionate human beings, anything that strips us of enjoying the peace, comfort and joy that is found in the simple and blessed present moment, on the list of things to let go.

Nature tries to show us this each and every year at this time as the leaves swirl and spin downward to the ground. Their beautiful colors first turn brown, and then gradually turn to compost for the soil to provide an even more beautiful growing season ahead. But as usual we are often too wrapped up in our busy lives to appreciate the subtle reminders all around us.

Although I’ve always been a Nature lover, it has taken me many, many years to fully appreciate the simple, yet deeply resonating, lessons from Nature. The older I get, the deeper I understand and resonate.

These days, my heart beats to the cadence of that natural resonance. I am more at peace than ever before. I find myself handling situations with a bit more calmness, openness and compassion than I ever have. I also know that if I allow it to deepen and take root, it will only grow and ripen as I get older—and hopefully wiser—with every change of the seasons.

This season, let us begin a new tradition. Let us look more deeply into the workings of Nature and the universe itself. Let us look more deeply into the simple, present moment and the letting go of all that no longer serves us—and the world around us.

Let that shit go.

Make room for tea, fuzzy socks and moments of comfort and joy.






Autumn: A Magical Season



There is a longing in my heart for Autumn. There is a space in my heart that only this season—from it’s beautiful colors to the bounties of it’s harvest—can fill.

When the yellow goldenrod, the white queen anne’s lace, and the purple ageratum grace the roadside and line the fields, the hay bales, lined up like sentinels, the wind stirring the fallen leaves into a graceful dance—I find my spirit sailing along with them.

Like Spring, Autumn has a distinct rhythm that connects deeply within my own spirit and heart. Although they are polar opposites with one vibrating with energy and re-birth and the other a bringing in of the harvest and an act of letting go (death), both are powerful reminders of how life mirrors the Nature and Her seasons.

From the baking of breads, hot soups and pumpkin in everything, to the thinning of the veil, the harvest moon and the celebration of Samhain, or All Hallows Eve, it is an atmosphere that I thrive in.

Perhaps the slower pace, the earthy, yet vibrant colors, the honoring of our ancestors, and the comfort of socks and sweaters, bring a deep peace to me. Perhaps it’s the magical feeling and witchy ways of the season. Whatever the reason, it is a season of peace, coming home, and connection to all things, even those just beyond our ordinary perceptions.

It is a joyful and much welcomed season in my heart, mind and spirit.

I hope it’s mysteries and joyfulness find a way inside your heart as well.

Happy Autumn ~ Be Blessed ~ Joyful Wishes








All Endings Are New Beginnings








Change is a word that can cause us much discomfort, apprehension and uncertainty. 

Yet change is the essence of life. We see it all around us everyday reflected in the seasons, children, animals, and ourselves, maturing, growing older. It is as natural as each breath we take.

Change itself is good. It is fluid and graceful like the water that flows in the rivers and streams, the rising and setting of the sun and moon.  However, it is our reaction to change that can cause us so much discomfort.

I have, at times in life, held onto people, places and things long past the point where I should have let go. Because of attachment, dependence, feelings of obligations and plain complacency, we struggle as we try to hold on so tightly to the very things that can keep us fluid, flowing and growing.

But how many times, after struggling for so long, we finally let go, let it end, only to find peace and the beginning of a whole new chapter in life?

Life is made up of many beginnings and endings.

All endings were once new beginnings. And all beginnings will have an end. 

It is an never ending circle. One that is filled with joy, sadness, tears and laughter.

May we learn to accept changes…endings and new beginnings…with hope, peace, gratitude and grace.

And who knows? The best may be yet to come. As a matter of fact, I think it will be.

If…we keep our hearts and minds open to all the good things yet to be.


A Different Frame of Mind

As long as I can possibly remember, I’ve been a bit different.

It wasn’t always obvious. Sometimes it was subtle, sometimes not. It was the sometimes not that caused me the most trouble.

The first thing I remember from my childhood is being wrapped in a sheet, swaddled actually, and screaming at the top of my lungs. I was almost 2 and I was in the ER after my head had made contact with the windshield of my parents car during an accident involving a garbage truck on a narrow country lane.

That was many years before safety glass was invented, so the cut on my head was quite painful, not to mention it could have been life threatening. Sometimes it was wondered in hushed voices, if this could have been the reason for my strangeness.

And even though that memory is distant and very foggy, I do remember somewhere in my subconscious the feeling of being wrapped in a sheet and held down tightly against my will. I still to this day, have a fear of being “restrained”.

Most all of my other memories include animals, trees, the elements—all of Nature. From my dogs that were companions, to the farm animals and the wild ones that lived in the surrounding woodlands, they all helped shape my life and my views.

Sometimes, the only place I really felt like I fit in was with them.

Life wasn’t easy as child with a deep, sensitive heart. Especially one who had trouble expressing those sensitivities and feelings. Add to that the ability to walk into any environment and immediately feel the many emotions swirling around about me, and as you can imagine, it could get very intense at times.

Then there was the little problem of no one being able to tell me why I felt the way I did. It was always, “She’s just a shy and sensitive”, said in a tone of somewhat disapproval. And when the inevitable anxiety that went with these sometimes tense situations, it was always the preacher instead of a doctor or counselor who was called upon for help.

As my teens approached, things became even more confused and anxious in my world. I began to seriously doubt that I belonged here on Earth, and I often wondered when the Mothership was coming to take me home.

I tried hard to fit in. But somehow it seemed I always messed things up or didn’t say or do the appropriate thing. It was almost like I lived in my own little world. And really, I guess I did, except for the nature. I suppose most people would have doubted my sanity had they known that I conversed with the trees, the animals and sometimes even the wind and rain.

Then there was my little ability to pick up on emotions and feelings of all those around me. For the longest time I did not realize that these were not my own. It became very confusing for me a lot of times. Maybe that was why I always preferred to be by myself or with the animals and in nature.

To make a long, long story short (probably a little late for that) it took many, many years of searching, reading and learning to trust myself, before I finally understood myself. It was even longer before I realized that these oddities—these feelings and emotions—the very things that always got me the eye rolls, disapproving looks and tons of ridicule from others, were actually gifts.

They are now the very things that I appreciate most in myself today.

Actually, today, I love my very different self. It took a lot of tragedies, trials and self-understanding to get here, but it was worth every single one and every single step on my journey through life.

Today I’m not hesitant to let my weird light shine. I no longer hide behind a mask of normalcy. I tossed that out years ago.

Now the face you see is my own. I am no longer frightened by the scars, the sometimes sadness in the eyes, or the bittersweet smile upon my lips. It’s all there…and it’s all me.

Here’s to all of us who have thrown the masks aways after years of trying to please others.

Here’s to us wild women and men to whom the earth, wind, water and fire, call by name.

To quote Jacob Nordby  from his poem with the same title as his new book (that I can’t wait to read)… ~ Blessed are the Weird ~