Wise Woman Essence

the romance of life…

Posted by in baby boomer woman, breath, change, gratitude, grief, journal, loss, mid life woman, retreat, self care, spirituality, wise women

Remembering the sweet moments of all the valentine parties as a little girl and the oh so romantic moments with boyfriends as an adolescent and a young woman….now I see with bigger eyes, a grander space of love for the romance of life…all of it, the ups and downs, the ins and outs, the cycles, the seasons…with all my loves, my husband, my children, my grandchildren, my family of origin with my mama and my dad, and all my friends round the globe… so breathtaking to feel this amazing power…read more

Feb.13
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My retreat buddy

Posted by in baby boomer woman, breath, gratitude, grief, labrador retriever, loss, mid life woman, retreat, retreat, self care, spirituality, wise women

Sometimes a retreat may show up out of nowhere….It’s Sunday morning early. I’m sitting in my kitchen with my coffee in a cup that synchronistically reads, “Some people come into our lives and quickly go…some stay for awhile, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never, ever the same.” I’m feeling the loss of two dear acquaintances two days in a row this past week….both surprises, way too soon, too early for either of them…I look down and feel my  sweet lab comforting me, licking one of my feet,…read more

Dec.18
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Broken Open

Posted by in baby boomer woman, breath, change, gratitude, journalling, mid life woman, retreat, self care, spirituality

Sometimes there are years where the growing pains may be almost unbearable. This past year has been one for me. A few months ago I “accidentally” dropped my lovely rose quartz heart. It broke into the three pieces you see here. At first I was so devastated for I felt it represented my broken heart. I retreated to my sacred space that comforts me when I need a moment out of time…          I sat…I listened…I heard… A whisper came, “Precious child, your heart has been broken…read more

Dec.07
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a bicycle retreat moment

Posted by in baby boomer woman, bicycle, breath, gratitude, mid life woman, retreat, self care, wise women

After my dad passed, my mama asked if she could get a bicycle.  We purchased an adult tricycle with a basket…she toured the neighborhood at 85 years young taking gifts to her neighbors.  She said to me, “Oh, I just love the wind blowing in my white hair.  And when I come around that corner, you know, I  just coast right into my driveway!” My husband and I now both have bikes.  The treks went with us to the beach just last week.  I experienced the wind in my hair…read more

Oct.24
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