After a particularly restful visit to the woods of northern Wisconsin, I was sitting in the passenger seat of our car as my partner drove us home. I dozed off watching open fields of wheat interrupted by lush pines, rocky shorelines and old Indian lands. In my half-sleep half-dreaming state, I heard my name. “Iris.” I opened my eyes and looked at my partner. It wasn’t […]
Welcome to a Winter Solstice Meditation.
This moment is yours.
Create space for reflection, for healing, for gratitude, for letting go on this, the longest night of the year.
This audio is a simple writing meditation you can practice to honor the darkness of the Winter Solstice and welcome the coming light.
Before you venture out into the wilderness, be sure to have a solid sense of Home.
I grew up listening to my mother singing and reciting poetry about God and her homeland. They were stories about farmers and shoe-makers, about dictators and lovers’ serenades. Those stories stayed with me. From a young age, I’ve been collecting stories from writing workshops, theater classes, church pews and my neighborhood playground. I started the first theater group in my inner-city high school and launched […]
One of my favorite quotes has always been one by the activist Maggie Kuhn: “Stand before the people you fear and speak your mind – even if your voice shakes.” Kuhn was known for her work against age discrimination. A self-proclaimed “little old lady,” she was speaking up about elderly rights until just two weeks before her death at the age of 89. She said […]
Poetry is my answer when I need space to breath. Poetry and nature. I got a little of both when I headed out to the woods with my family this summer. I had all the space I needed as I headed way out into the woods where I almost got lost with my 2.5 year old daughter. I was planning to swing on a hammock for several days, go […]
I’m sitting in the waiting room of the VA medical clinic in rural Illinois…waiting, hyper-aware of everyone around me: The old man in his wheelchair, snoring. The young man in an Army ball-cap sitting in the corner, cross-armed with a very serious look. The middle-aged man cleaning his fingernails with a folded piece of paper. And me: not white, not old, not man. I try not […]
Writing has saved my life over and over again. These are the words I would have shared with my younger self as I began on the journey of writing, journaling, and healing.
We are in constant motion, changing, growing, learning, expanding. Our time on this planet is also, inevitably, temporary. But this journey of transition does not have to be stressful. It can, in fact, be full of joy and peace. Here is a reminder that you are essentially – and always – HERE.
Censorship, aimed at suppressing the “unacceptable”, is one way of limiting ourselves and our growth. Yet, it’s evident that when we suppress anything, it tends to resurface in symbolic, and often more powerful, ways. There is nothing more injuring to the artist than censorship; and we are all the artist.