favorite quotes

“I define connection as the energy that exists between people when they feel seen, heard, and valued; when they can give and receive without judgement; and when they derive sustenance and strength from the relationship.”  ~Brené Brown from The Gifts of Imperfection

“Caring passionately about something isn’t against nature, and it isn’t against human nature. It’s what we’re here to do” Annie Dillard

“Women catch courage from the women whose lives and writings they read,
and women call the bearer of that courage, friend.”

– Carolyn Heilbrun, The Last Gift of Time: Life beyond Sixty

For things to happen …you must write
– G. Lynn Nelson

You do not become good by trying to be good but by finding the goodness already within and allowing it to emerge; which can only happen if a fundamental shift occurs in your state of consciousness.
Eckhart Tolle, A New Earth: Awakening to your Life’s Purpose

 

“It’s not what you produce as you write that matters.
It’s who you become as you write that matters.
Louise deSalvo, Writing as a Way of Healing

 

Nature invites us to discover connection. This is the same invitation of poem-making: . . . these connections become catalysts for insight. . . As we write, these interwoven elements help us to discover more . . . about how our life is ultimately connected to everything around us. Sound, imagery, rhythm, metaphor, personification are all ways to express natural connections. –  John Fox, Poetic Medicine

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coming home

sunset w mistA piece just up at MomEggReview, ‘Coming Home’ shares my love of Vermont’s Northeast Kingdom. It is also the basis for my husband and I moving our young family there some 23 years back. Not to the NE Kingdom, but to VT. Which is another story… How Chittenden County – which houses Burlington where we ended up the last 8 years, but also Jericho, our first 14 – is said to have the advantage of being near VT. The ‘real’ VT being God’s country, the afore-mentioned NE Kingdom.

While life ‘near’ VT – on the other side of Mt. Mansfield and in its shadow – saw our younger three children through high school and into the colleges of their choices, the early years of vacationing at “The Verm”* established a foundation for a deep sense of place, a shared vocabulary of experience and meaning for us as a family.

During this time of social distancing and staying put, it is oddly comforting that MomEggReview has released this wonderful collection of non-fiction essays called “Here at Home.” What better time to reflect on what home really means, especially as we might be temped to feel trapped or triggered by small things that begin to feel huge. For my part, I stand by this writing. While my soul home has shifted from the mountains of VT to the shore of MA, I still get the familiar anticipatory shiver up my spine as I drive that final five miles; still look for Clarence and Clarissa; still enjoy lingering sunsets. Still bask in the peace and invigoration of communion with earth, air, stars.

* My dad coined the term ‘microverm’ to describe my parents’ dream spot – a little piece of Vermont – during the decades they searched for it. The name stuck, shortened, once they found this corner of heaven some 50 years ago.

 

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