Fragile
by Anne Peek | Feb 5, 2019 | artistic expression, balance, body wisdom, childhood, communication, conflict, connection, creativity, crying, darkness, heart, inner critic, joy, messages, self-care, shoulds, subpersonalities, tears, tenderness, the feminine, Uncategorized, vulnerability
I’ve been feeling small the last few days. Fragile. Young. Sensitive. I want to be held, snuggled, tended. And I’m tired. And weepy. I’m fighting off a skin infection and I’ve had a busy couple months—that must be it. Why must I always search for a reasonable...Don’t Bore the Gods!
by Anne Peek | Feb 14, 2018 | artistic expression, clearing, conflict, connection, cranky, creativity, foolish, freedom, growth, harmony, heart, hope, inner critic, life-giving, light, listening, magic, messages, possibilities, rejuvenation, self-care, shoulds, spirit, stories, transformation, vision
I had a humbling Aha! moment the other day. Humbling but also freeing. Tom and I have been reading a series of young adult novels, The Lost Years of Merlin. The five book series, which imagine Merlin from about age 9 to adulthood, are fun, full of enchanted forests,...Freedom
by Anne Peek | Apr 7, 2016 | artistic expression, body wisdom, childhood, clearing, connection, creativity, growth, inner critic, life-giving, listening, play, possibilities, practice, rejuvenation, resistance, Sacred Eccentricity, shoulds, spirit, transformation, vision, wildness
I stumbled across a poem today while doing quite unrelated things. The title made me curious so I read it. Instantly my belly became fluttery, and at the same time I felt profoundly sad. I read it again. Here is the poem. It is by Naomi Shahib Nye and is called How to...Endless Possibilities—Too Much?
by Anne Peek | Apr 18, 2015 | amusement, artistic expression, body wisdom, connection, creativity, growth, imagination, inner critic, life-giving, listening, messages, possibilities, transformation, wildness, wonder
The world is so full of a number of things, I’m sure we should all be as happy as kings. Robert Louis Stevenson, from A Child’s Garden of Verses My mother used to perkily quote this to us kids when I was growing up. I...Welcome to Whisperings
“There is a place where words are born of silence,
A place where the whispers of the heart arise.”
— Rumi
I will ponder here what whispers to me in the silence. I’d love for you to whisper back; maybe we will all get clearer—or maybe, like in the old kids’ game of “telephone” we will end up somewhere else entirely (which would be fun too)
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