waiting

Nearly tripping over my own feet, I rush to the kitchen to find those little muffins peeking out from their place on the middle rack—all huddled together, counting, “1..2..3”, as if they could all swing their weight to the side at once, and tumble out onto the kitchen floor and scamper away. But I am too quick. In a flash, I swipe an oven mitt from its hook and slip it on. As I open the oven door the rich, sweet aroma rolls over and around me filling the kitchen with a fragrance so full and so good that I can almost taste it.

holes or heights?

It’s easy to fail. In putting myself out there in life…inevitably I trip up and I fall flat on my face.   Sometimes I don’t even realize what I have said or done…or not said or not done, until later. Then regret churns within me. I let my focus return again…and again to that place of…

get real…

There’s nothing as scary or risky as getting real.  Like jumping off the crazy, busy bus and totally being honest with who you are. I’m not talking about being deep or intense, I’m just talking–getting real.  Being who you really are, right there, whether you’re alone or  you’re face-to-face with other people. Being real can…