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“Staying High” During Times Like These

Just prior to the election, I felt deeply inspired to write a blog piece. As I’ve meditated on what to write in this new blog post, I repeatedly come back to that message. The gist of that message is, to me, the most important thing we can be in conversation about right now. Although part of me is SO tired of having all this “political stuff” be such a focal point of seemingly everything we hear or read these days,  this truly goes way beyond politics. I once again feel compelled to share this crucial viewpoint. If you, too, continue to deeply wrestle with all this, I hope this will help:   In the weeks leading up to and since Election Day, I’ve felt an uncustomary heaviness in my heart.  At times, I’ve felt numbed and overwhelmed, like a sponge soaking up the generalized anxiety so pervasive in many of those around me. And I know I am not alone. The recent US election outcome is affecting our entire global family in unprecedented ways. I normally do not engage in much political discussion, especially in a professional capacity. But this is different. Like many others around the world, I am very concerned about what is already unfolding as a result of our recent elections. And like at least half of our country, I have grave misgivings about our new president and  his administration. At the same time, I believe political representatives are just that – representatives. An elected official cannot be other than a reflection of collective consciousness. To focus solely on bedeviling one individual is to miss a much larger picture, and...

“Cosmic Bliss” – Swimming with Wild Dolphins

It’s been a powerful past few weeks. The outcome of the U.S. presidential election stunned the world, with shock waves still rippling. The brightest, closest “super moon” since 1948 illuminated the night sky, wielding its lunar magic. And for me, a lifetime dream came true: I experienced swimming with wild dolphins. Legend has it that Apollo, god of music, medicine and knowledge, appeared at Delphi – the ancient Greek religious sanctuary – in the form of a dolphin. I now understand why. On the night of the recent super moon’s apex, my husband, Ken, and I arrived after dark at an unassuming little rental cottage I’d just “happened” to find on the Internet. By the intense light of the unusually huge nocturnal orb, we headed down to the nearby beach and stumbled upon what we later learned is one of the most significant heiau (“hey-ow” – ancient temples or sacred sites) on the Big Island.. We wandered, entranced, through the adjacent lava rock fields, then sat at water’s edge for quite a while. Infused by the power of the moon and lulled by the gentle rhythm of the waves, we intoned prayers of peace and gratitude, I felt… like I’d come Home. A mostly sleepless night followed as I watched and felt the moon traverse its path across the sky before it finally sank into the ocean a good several hours after night had morphed into day. As the morning light revealed our surroundings, we saw that we were overlooking a lovely little bay, and within that bay we began to see…Wait! Were those dolphin fins?!! We set speed...

Elevate the Election — How to Affect Real Change, Right Now!

In the weeks leading up to this Election Day, I’ve felt an uncustomary heaviness in my heart. Tears have come more easily than usual. At times, I’ve felt powerless and overwhelmed, like a sponge soaking up the generalized anxiety so pervasive in those around me. And I know I am not alone. This election is affecting our entire global family in unprecedented ways. I normally do not engage in much political discussion, especially in a professional capacity. But this time is different. I get one vote. And I have cast it. Yet, sometimes it seems so insignificant, so ineffective at swaying the outcome of this all-important election. I’m told the presidential election and other pivotal races may come down to whether or not many disheartened and/or disenfranchised voters decided it was even worth a trip to the polls. So, for the first time in my life, at the desperate urging of a political action group, I did some telephone canvasing, encouraging people in swing states to get out and vote. It still felt like a drop in the bucket. Like many Americans, I’m not thrilled with either major party choice. Yet, I believe one candidate has very real potential for causing catastrophic, perhaps irreparable harm on various domestic and global levels. Thus, to not do what I can to help prevent that candidate from being elected feels unconscionable. At the same time, I believe political representatives are just that – representatives. A candidate cannot be other than a reflection of collective consciousness. To bedevil one individual is to miss a much larger picture, and a much larger opportunity for...

Embracing the Yuck, Creating Some Yum!

While typing a birthday wish to a friend, I watched the above phrase appear on the page, and thought, “Ooh! I like that!” What a fun way to sum up… life! This morning I had a half dozen conversations, with friends, clients, colleagues, about how each of them is doing just that – embracing the “yuck” and creating some “yum” in their lives. I listened with great respect to their stories about various challenges – physical, emotional, spiritual – and about the courage each was exhibiting in choosing to look at the glass as not just half full, but overflowing. And each was also consciously “changing the flavor” of its contents to up the “yum factor.“ An example: An eighty-year-old friend was choosing to reframe “I’m old and in pain” to “I’m still alive and kicking!” The “flavor” was further enhanced by his conscious appreciation of the fact that, as we age, we eventually retire from our previous occupation so we can devote full time and energy to what keeps us alive and thriving…including a fair amount of time just caring for the body itself. “Like it’s all part of the Plan or something,” he suggested. Do his joints still ache? Does he still have to move with greater caution so he doesn’t fall and injure his more frail bones? Sure. But by embracing these facts of life, rather than resisting, railing against or being depressed by them, he’s choosing to laugh at the lengths he now has to go to “just to warm up the old bones for the day.” He’s choosing to keep doing the things that inspire...

BEING of Service

Most of my life, I’ve felt an innate desire to be of service. I think that’s a good thing. In recent months, however, I’ve been deeply reflecting on what that even means. How do I balance that driving desire to share, to contribute, to accomplish, to do, with an equally or perhaps even deeper need to simply be? To just stop! And be. To live my life with a constant, underlying sense of ease, contentment and joy? In examining all this, I had to admit that joy, contentment and ease were definitely not the three best descriptors of my current inner landscape. How about you? Are these qualities — joy, contentment, ease — ones you experience on a daily basis? Or would “time-pressured, stressed, overwhelmed” be more accurate? And is there really a solution, or is the world just so out of balance that the most we can hope for is to just try to keep our heads above water? Despite the breadth and depth of the challenges we all face — personally and collectively — I wholeheartedly maintain there are solutions! Within easy reach. I was talking with a dear friend the other day, and made some comment about her being of service in the world. She replied with great emotion, “I’m tired of being of service!” Ironically, when we speak of “being of service,” we’re usually referring to an act of doing. And no matter how loving or noble the intention, when the “doing” of our service is out of balance with our even deeper physiological and psycho-spiritual need to just simply be — to rest, renew,...

Bringing It Home – Healing from Senseless Tragedies

Today, I came across this photo that I took a few years ago while traveling. It brought tears to my eyes. As I gazed upon the image of this deity, I felt a wave of profound compassion move through me like a soothing balm. Like millions of others, I have been feeling the aftershocks of the Orlando shootings. My heart is full of sadness, grief, overwhelm, as well as deep empathy and a desire — no, a need — to help, somehow. My human mind and heart barely know what to do with something like this. How can one human being DO that to other human beings? I remember the first time I was old enough to comprehend what war was. I was aghast and perplexed. Even as a child, I wondered, incredulously, “How could anyone think shooting each other could possibly solve anything?” I still wonder. As an adult, I know now that we are, indeed, all One, and that just as we all breathe the same air, we are connected in energetic ways, in Spirit, if you will, that science is finally able to prove on a quantum level. And yet, in instances like this, it doesn’t matter if we don’t understand HOW we’re connected. Many of us simply experience, in our hearts, that we ARE. Perhaps we experience this connection a little more deeply than ever before. Consciously or subconsciously, each of us is affected by what happens to any and all other members of our collective human being-ness. I’ve witnessed the Orlando incident’s emotional aftermath manifest in various ways in those around me, from expressions of rage, anger,...

Does Believing Make It So?

As a cancer survivor myself, I greatly admire people like Jan Adrian who live with cancer on a day-to-day basis, continually making courageous choices in their personal lives while making significant contributions to the lives of many others. I first met Jan at one of her wonderful Cancer as a Turning Point conferences — one of, if not the most, inspiring and informative of the many cancer-related events I’ve come across. In the years immediately following my own bout with cancer, I ended up working with many cancer patients in my private practice; I was always on the lookout for organizations and offerings that I felt aligned with so I could pass them along to my clients. Jan’s company, Healing Journeys, was top on the list. It was only later that I learned Jan had used my cancer-related CDs as part of her personal healing arsenal. We communicated several times about how to combine our efforts in reaching people in need with positive, life-affirming approaches. More recently, Jan revealed to me the very encouraging results from her latest blood tests and her appreciation of a new book by Dr. Joe Dispenza, a researcher on self-healing for chronic conditions and terminal diseases. I was unfamiliar with the book, but was excited to learn Dr. Joe speaks of the same concepts that are the foundation of my CDs and all my work (okay, my life!); for example, imagining and feeling deep gratitude for a desired outcome, as if it’s already so. Jan’s most recent blog post touches upon her encouraging medical findings as well as Dr. Joe’s book, and how these...

Can Sound Really Heal The Planet?

I’ve been studying and practicing the fascinating art and science of sound healing for many years now. Tom Kenyon and Jonathan Goldman are two of the leading pioneers in sound healing, and I’m fortunate to have studied with both of them. Tom’s recent documentary, Song of the New Earth, is an exquisite journey into the realm of sound healing, and gives some insight into the background of this extraordinary individual. It’s quite inspiring — and a bit mind-blowing! Jonathan Goldman is the initiator of one of the largest organized global events, now in its fourteenth year, designed to utilize the power of sound to heal the planet. He dubbed it World Sound Healing Day, which appropriately annually falls on February 14, a day traditionally devoted to love. I’ve been presenting sound healing events in conjunction with this global event for over a decade. Here’s why this sort of thing is so powerful: Quantum physicists are now proving what the ancient mystics knew: That everything — everything — is vibration. Jonathan explains it like this: “Our quantum physicists are echoing the words of the mystic masters of old, declaring that: ‘The universe is Music’ or ‘Everything is vibration.’ Sound, we are re-discovering, is an extraordinarily powerful force that can literally change molecular structure and affect us down to our DNA. Sound can also affect our consciousness, shifting and changing our brainwaves, bringing us into attunement with something greater than ourselves and often times, altering and enhancing our state of being.” Jonathan goes on to explain how the power of our individual consciousness — when focused through group prayers or meditation — is vast....

Care for the Caregivers — The Renewing Power of Love

I recently spent a powerful afternoon with a team of powerful women — staff members and team leaders of the new LIVESTRONG at the YMCA program. They had just “graduated” their first class members, which was the launch of a whole new and ever-so-important program to support cancer survivors in their ongoing body/mind/spirit healing. As a cancer survivor myself, and having worked with many, many clients (and friends and family members) as they navigated their cancer healing journeys, I have come to learn how essential it is to have support during the oft-neglected re-entry phase. So often, those dealing with the cancer experience receive overwhelming support during the initial phases of diagnosis shock and treatment, but once declared “done” or “in remission,” these same folks are often left feeling as if the party’s over and everyone’s gone home… and the “hosts” are left standing alone and exhausted in the midst of a messy aftermath, which is now theirs alone to deal with. To complicate things further, the person standing there most often has a very shaky sense of who they even are anymore! You don’t go through a life-threatening illness without coming out a changed person. This is a huge aspect of the healing journey that I feel often goes unnoticed, and therefore, for the most part, remains largely unsupported. So hooray for programs like the nationwide LIVESTRONG at the YMCA program! Having support to get your physical body back in shape is extremely helpful. But more than that, having a chance to come together with others who’ve just been through a similar experience is invaluable. In the course of...

On BURNOUT, BALANCE and the BLESSING of COMPASSION

Between Christmas and New Year’s, my husband and I worked many long, hard hours catching up on months of business bookkeeping that had piled up during busy months of travel and performances. Then we spent two and half days in silence, followed by two more days unplugged on a couple’s retreat here at our own lovely Healing Sanctuary. Cozy fires, hot tub soaks, time to talk and connect and look at the Bigger Picture (including both our individual and combined goals and intentions) — all wonderfully renewing. We even did a 10-day cleanse fast. By Monday, January 4, we emerged, ready to greet the new year! I told myself, “That was great! Now I’m recharged and ready to go, ready to tackle the many piles and projects with a renewed sense of ease and enthusiasm.” Trouble was, there was a much deeper, much louder inner voice screaming, “I’m not ready yet! I need a real break!” Two days later, I got my break — both bones, in my left wrist — when I fell on the ice on our front steps. COCOONING (SORT OF) That was January 6. Nine days later, I had non-anesthetized surgery and joined the ever-growing ranks of bionic humans, fortified by strategically placed titanium plates and screws. (See previous blog post for that story.) Now, approximately eight weeks post-surgery, I am just barely beginning to feel like I’m emerging from a very necessary sort of “cocooning” phase in which I’ve been immersed. By all outer appearances, it may not seem like I’ve been in a very insular cocoon. During that time, I’ve shown up at a variety of...

A Taste of My Own Medicine

The second week of January, I slipped on the ice outside my home. I broke my wrist during my fall, requiring surgery. Every step of a journey teaches you something, and this experience was no different. Using the techniques I employ when working with others, I gained a fresh appreciation for just how powerful these natural healing approaches are, and how ANY situation can be reframed to become a very positive experience. So, I present to you… my Left Wrist Surgery Saga (originally composed by dictation – one-handed typing is really slow!). 8:40 a.m. Wednesday — my initial appointment with orthopedic surgeon Heather Campion at Slocum Center for Orthopedics & Sports Medicine She confirms I do indeed need surgery. My wrist is 30 degrees off the angle it’s supposed to be. After much rearranging, I finally get surgery scheduled, and my next day and a half is consumed with all sorts of loose ends. (Isn’t it amazing, what it takes for most of us to just take a few days off?!). Finally, ducks in a row, I did a brief crystal singing bowls meditation and toning session, setting intentions and preparing myself for the deep, restful sleep that followed, despite moderate discomfort in my arm. Just before sleep, I also chose a “Rainbow Warriors” card (created by Trinity Harris and Mara Berendt) for the next day. I drew Number 17: Grace. 12:15 p.m. Friday –- Surgery Day! Grace. That was indeed the theme of the day. My check-in time was 12:15 p.m. I got there in plenty of time, did all the usual vitals stuff, changed into the rather...

The Grandness of Being – Part Two

Speaking of definitions… (as I was in Part One of this blog post) One of the reasons I enjoy acting is that it affords an opportunity to step outside our normal self-definitions, wipe the slate clean, as it were, and create our character description from scratch.  (Or, in the case of a scripted play, from the playwright’s notes!) But on the stage of Real Life, what a process, to look at our own character descriptions and realize that we really are the author of our self-defining “rules to live by!”  We constantly tell ourselves who we are, what we can and can’t do, what our history (or in acting terms, our “back-story”) is. All true, on one level.  All total illusion, on another. As the Bard (Wm Shakespeare) infamously put it, “All the world’s a stage…”   Indeed. And we are merely players. So why not choose roles, and self-definitions that bring us a sense of joy, fulfillment and expansiveness of Being?  For perhaps those outdated character descriptions we’ve been allowing to determine our lives – all those “this is just the way I am”  or “just who I am” thoughts and behaviors – are not etched in stone, but rather penned with erasable ink. Perhaps it’s time to take stock of what self-definitions are conducive to our highest good, and which are not.  I’ll bet any of us, if we were to reflect for but a moment, could come up with at least one or two things we repeatedly tell ourselves about ourselves that are ridiculously outdated and needlessly limiting.   (Care to reflect on that for a moment? I’ll wait…!) In...

The Grandness of Being – Part One

I was in the foyer of our local credit union one day a number of years ago, when a woman stopped me to say she’d enjoyed my performances in several shows over the years.  She then said, “But I haven’t seen you onstage in awhile – how come?”   I replied that I also work in the healing arts and that that work had been keeping me very busy, etc.  She put her hand on my arm, looked directly into my eyes and said, “Theater is healing, too.  Get back on the boards. We need you.” We seldom know how deeply our words may have touched someone.  Hers certainly did me.  So, lovely woman, whoever and wherever you are, my heartfelt thanks. For much of my adult life up to that point, I had struggled to come to terms with the considerable amount of time and energy I’d been putting into the performing arts realms. Performing – especially acting – sometimes seemed…..self-indulgent, a less than altruistic use of time and energy.   A little family-of-origin background is called for here: I deeply love and respect my late father. He was an incredible man, and a very loving, giving father.  And, as a research engineer, he considered the human intellect the end-all and be-all. Thus, he derived great satisfaction – and a sense of safety – from measuring everything against the gold standard of Rational Thought. As absolute as Descartes’ “I think therefore I am,” in our family the edict by which the worth and validity of everything (and everyone) was judged was “It is rational or it is not.” Thus, actors were judged, consistently if not overtly, to be at best narcissistic,...

The Language of the Heart

I’ve been in a very active cycle of life, as is evidenced by my lack of written communication – I’ve been too busy doing it to write about it! It’s been a wonderful time of Self ex-pression – bringing into being, in the outer world, things that deeply matter to me – both in the healing arts and the performing arts realms. And, most delightedly, experiencing the overlap and interconnectedness of the two! In the past year or two, I’ve had many wonderful opportunities for artistic expression, growth, and just plain fun in the theatrical world. Most recently, I assistant-directed and played a role in Julio Cho’s The Language Archive. One of its central themes is that, despite our facility with languages, ultimately we can only express what is truly in our heart.  The character I played, Alta, is from a fictitious country whose language, Elloway, is described as the language of the heart. She and her husband, Resten, explain that when they are angry with each other, they argue in English, because their language is too sacred for this kind of angry talk. Later, Alta explains that if you say something in Elloway, you can never take it back. But say something in English, and everyone knows you don’t really mean it. Say it in English, and you can always take it back. (The laughter that these lines elicited every night is a sure indicator that it struck a note of truth in most audience members!) Certainly is food for thought! Each character in this well-crafted play is very well written, and has a great deal of wisdom to share....

On Marriage…and the Google God of Translation!

As I think any married couple would agree, marriage is a Life’s Work. It is a constantly growing and changing spiritual art-form. Your beloved serves as a perfect mirror for you And, like any mirror, sometimes the reflection of yourself that you see is a lot more fun to look at than others! And yet, if we gaze with loving intention, and a desire to see the Truth about ourselves and our partner, this “marriage mirror” provides an unparalleled opportunity for spiritual growth and unfoldment. In the process, though, it’s not always easy. So the ability to maintain a sense of perspective, and a sense of humor, becomes essential! And speaking of a sense of humor, I believe that the Divine Spirit has quite a sense of humor. A perfect example of this occurred recently as I was working on the ceremony for a young couple, Christina and Lazzaro, who are very dear to me. I was to officiate their wedding in a few days, and Christina had sent me the words – in Spanish – of the beautiful prayer that she and Lazzaro were to speak in the bi-lingual ceremony. Given that my understanding of Spanish is minimal, I did what we all do these days if we need to know something: I Googled it. Well, the Google God of Translation definitely has a sense of humor, because the last line of their beautiful prayer was translated thusly: “Help us to see and learn about laundry divine, that exists at all…. and keep alive this truth today and forever.” I laughed. A lot. And I thought, “How perfect –...

Of Time, Tweets and Souls Flying Free

With all the Facebook, Tweets and Twits stuff going on, I sometimes feel like it’s all too much. Just give me a real live human being with whom to converse while sitting in the shade of the redwood tree in my own front yard. No computers, no cell phones, nothing that needs rebooting or recharging! (Except me!) Especially this week, I feel deep appreciation for the simple things in life….and for life itself. ***************** Earlier this week, I spent nearly 72 hours with a dear woman named Jean, a former client. I had the honor of playing the role of spiritual midwife as she transitioned from her body. She’d been valiantly dealing with cancer for several years, and at age 74, it was now time to let go, and move on. After many long hours, during which her body and soul prepared themselves for this transition, I was gifted to be at her side at the moment of release. I was able to witness the look of indescribable joy and awe that shone through her barely opened eyelids in the instant before she left her body. She’d been unconscious for the better part of three days, so for her to return to awareness just enough to reveal that beauty to me – and to her daughter, Sherrie, who was on her other side – was an unspeakably precious gift. I don’t know precisely what Jean experienced in that moment, but I do know she wanted us to know it was beautiful beyond imagining. A single tear rolled down her parched cheek, and then she was gone. Sherrie and I sat wide-eyed, feeling an indescribable awe and Lightness of Being, as we both cried and laughed and hugged across...

What Might You Be Missing?

This thought-provoking story made its way into my email inbox for the sixth or seventh time the other day. I re-read it, and it really struck a chord (‘scuse the pun!) with me, during this particularly busy time. In fact, I wanted to learn a little more about the background of the story, so I googled it. The time I’d alotted for a quick blog entry turned into a fascinating hour and a half of reading, writing and reflecting. (Actually rather apros pos, considering the story’s content!) I’d highly encourage you to check out the original Washington Post article….fascintating stuff. I offer the condensed story here, as a teaser: *** Washington DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007. He played six classical pieces for about forty-five minutes. During that time, over a thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. At 3 minutes, after sixty-three people had already passed obliviously by, a middle-aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried on. At 4 minutes: The violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in his open case without stopping, as she walked past. At 6 minutes: A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and continued on his way. At 10 minutes: A three-year-old boy stopped, but his mother tugged him along hurriedly, as he stood there looking at the violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. Every parent, without exception,...

Remembering Who You Really Are

Does anyone else feel like things are really “heating up”? And while, yes, the days are indeed getting sunnier and warmer here in the Pacific Northwest, I’m of course speaking more in a metaphorical sense. This is really quite a time we’re living through. I’m finding it necessary to spend more time alone, just to be with the immense amount of energy that’s brewing these days. Days like today, digging in the garden, experiencing the beauty of Nature, and the grounding of Mother Earth, are, for me, hugely important to maintain balance and centeredness in the midst of some pretty crazy stuff. Individually and collectively, it seems that whatever has been unresolved is now presenting itself, one way or another, for healing. In my personal experience, the entire gamut of the emotional spectrum is getting more intense, as the Divine Presence orchestrates the deep healing work I continue to invite. When “clear me, heal me, use me” becomes a daily prayer/mantra, it gets to be quite a ride sometimes! (Know what I mean? I’ll bet many of you do!) Yet, as I say in several of my more recent CDs, in order to experience true healing, we must “become large enough to embrace it all.” We must have the courage to go to those darkest, scariest, loneliest places; we must also have the courage to recognize, “own, and act from the tremendous power of Love that is the true essence of who we are. Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our greatest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.  -Marianne Williamson So why is opening to Love,...

Inauguration Day…Be the Change

On this auspicious Inauguration Day, this day of renewed hope and Vision in our country and in our world, I feel moved to share with you a link to a simple movement to help bring it home… a way to bring these inspired ideals into action in our own lives, right now…to do our part to help keep this inspired Energy moving! I encourage you to take just a moment to check it out. http://www.bethechangeaction.org/pledge/sign (2014 Update: This link no longer works.) Here’s the pledge I typed in: To hold the HIgher Vision steadfastly; to take responsibility (even when it’s easier not to) to do whatever it takes to raise my individual consciousness level, so that I might best help manifest this collective Vision of peace, harmony and abundance for all… in short, to BE the change I seek. Signed, Nancy Hopps I also pledged their suggested commitment of: At least 50 hours annually as a volunteer with local service organizations, non-profits, hospitals, schools, faith-based institutions or other places of need or through an enterprise or initiative I create. Won’t you take a moment, breathe in the pervasive sense of Possibility, and commit to what role you are willing to play? As important as it is to Relax into Healing, we also must take action for the healing so sorely needed on the planet at this time. We are, indeed, all in this together. Thank-you, and blessings to all. Namaste....

Yielding to Yes

This holiday season, I have been given a most profound gift. In these past few weeks, I’ve had the unspeakable privilege of acting as a spiritual midwife for a beloved friend, Lisa, as she made her transition from this plane. Words cannot begin to describe the beauty, the Grace, the joy and the sorrow of these past weeks. So I turn to Lisa’s own words to most elegantly convey the essence of her beautiful Being. Lisa was, among other things, an accomplished poet. The following poem is read by Lisa herself on a compilation CD she’d recorded a few years ago. I played it as I was preparing dinner tonight.This particular poem stopped me in my tracks. I had to listen again. And again. Then I offered a prayer of thanks, and came into my office to share these incredible words with you. May they touch your soul as deeply as they did mine. (NOTE: Having only a verbal version, the line breaks, punctuation, etc., are mine. I will amend, if I’m able to, at a later date…) When I Lie Down and When I Rise Hold me tight, like a chrysalis. Something with wings is preparing to wake inside. When I close my eyes, I can feel everything changing, Yielding to yes, Uncovering an old intimacy with Light. More than rose leaves ready to be green And buds holding what we forgot in the cold, It’s a ripening of words my ancestors gave me. And any minute now, I’m going to rise, Remembering I’m part of a whole – One cell among billions that people God’s heart. By Lisa Rosen, (Copyright 2008)...