On January 24, 2026, Nashville had an ice storm. Almost half an inch of ice accumulated on trees, and the weight of the ice took down thousands of trees -- and the power lines with them. At the peak of the storm, 230,000 people in the area were without power. And restoring the electricity took 10 days for a number of people. And then the clean-up started. For weeks and weeks, there were piles of branches on the sides of the road. It was only in the last two weeks that the cit

Join me on July 11, 10-4 for "Art Journaling Unleashed!" I'll be one of the leaders for this new offering at Art & Soul studio, 1430 Sidco Drive, Nashville, TN. Let me know if you are interested in joining us on Zoom. Learn more or sign up -- registration is open now. Join us for a creative journaling experience designed for artists, writers, and anyone who considers themselves creative or creatively curious. An art journal can be a low-risk space for experimentation and expl

I'm happy to invite you to a workshop on SoulCollage® that I'll be leading at St. Mary's Sewanee, Tennessee on July 21, 9- 4. I'll be leading this introduction to SoulCollage® with along with the amazing Amy Lyles Wilson. I hope that you will consider joining us! Learn more and register. SoulCollage® is a creative process that combines images, intuition, and self-exploration to create a personal deck of collaged cards. Developed by Seena Frost, a psychotherapist and author, i

There was a time in my life when I was a National Public Radio news junkie. My alarm clock turned on playing NPR’s “Morning Edition.” I drove to and from work listening to the news. After work, I caught up with the news of the day. I tuned in on the weekends to hear the commentary about all the news of the week. Often, I was so chill with the news that I would put it on to fall asleep. And then something happened. I don’t know if it was me who changed—or if it was the news.

Dear Diary, Something BIG happened here. There was an ICE Storm. First we started to hear bangs that sounded like firecrackers. I was very afraid and I barked at them. Mom said they were the sounds of the trees cracking. (Poor trees.) Lots of Mom's and Mama's friends lost their power. But we did not. The moms said we were VERY LUCKY. The Best Part was that everyone stayed home for a Very Long Time. (We did not even go on walks to the park!) The worst part was when I ran into

Mixed media piece in my journal My heart reaches Up through the frozen ground, The paralyzed spirit, The hatred and cruelty and lies. My heart reaches For the light of love, Compassion, Truth.

This morning I am aware of so much suffering. The people of the Jamaica awaiting Hurricane Melissa, essential workers who are serving the people of the United States without a paycheck during the government shutdown, everyone who is being targeted by ICE, and those who are losing their federal food aid. My heart is breaking. For me, the way to survive is by keeping my eyes open to the small joys happening right in front of me ... like this noticing from a recent walk down my

On days when the world feels out of control when leaders live out their shadow selves for all to see when hatred, fear, and bigotry march...

I cannot witness the suffering of the world without being affected by it. Do I cut myself off from witnessing, thinking I can protect...

Holy One, how many are working for evil in the world! They call us “radical” and “lunatic.” They mock our care for the earth, our...

I sit down to write And no words come. I am tired, Discouraged, Overwhelmed by the never-ending Reports of disasters and tragedies....

This morning, I found a secret message written in the fresh snow of the street. I came upon it backwards -- right to left -- and so...

Today's practice for the Wilderness - staying in the present moment

Today's Practice: Gratitude

I am reminding myself of the practices that we'll need to survive (and even thrive?) in the wilderness we have entered.

For those who are afraid ... to leave their homes, to send their children to school, to read the news for fear of what they will find.

When I feel despair about The way things are Or hopeless about What is to come. When I feel lost, No longer sure of the paths I am to...

A new recording of "All Shall Be Well" by Beth A. Richardson

I woke up in the night, worrying And praying for my candidate to win. In my heart it feels Like certain doom If the other team is...

We have hope ... When seeds sprout. Babies are welcomed by loving parents. People gather together to Eat and laugh and cry. We have...