“Everyday Miracles” wins!

I won a contest!!
Colin Tipping, author of Radical Forgiveness, Making Room for the Miracle, posted on my Facebook timeline that he had chosen my suggestion for the subtitle of his new book, 25 Practical Uses for Radical Forgiveness.

“Everyday Miracles”, I had submitted. Why? Because using the simple tools of Radical Forgiveness gets results! When I use them, things shift so wonderfully in my life that it seems like miracles!

And the more I use Radical Forgiveness in the small, everyday upsets- fear in my business, disagreement with my partner, separation from others, feelings of unworthiness in my family, judgment of government and social leaders – the easier it gets to experience peace, creativity, and connection. read more

The Real Work

The Real Work — Wendell Berry

It may be that when we no longer know what to do
we have come to our real work,

and that when we no longer know which way to go
we have come to our real journey.

The mind that is not baffled is not employed.

The impeded stream is the one that sings.

~ Wendell Berry ~
(Collected Poems)

The impeded stream is the one that sings

My friend, Barbara Hotz, another master of words and rhythms in my life, sent me this poem on the day my hiking partner of 5 years announced that he was going solo for a time. It wasn’t so much that I was surprised with the news, just the timing. Are we ever ready for those changes we intuit or have even secretly wished for? Even though our relationship had been strained with lack of common, heartfelt purpose for the past month, we had kept willing ourselves to be together. He was the brave one to take the bold step of leaving. read more

Shirley Valentine

Burdened by the weight of Unused LifeI had the delight to see my future daughter-in-law, Teralyn Tanner, perform beautifully as “Shirley Valentine”, in this one-woman play by Willy Russell. The play was surprisingly similar to my own Life!

Trapped in her middle class housewife life, Shirley breaks free, realizing that “There’s so much Unused Life!” She laments that people get bogged down, and live as dead after middle age, “All weighted down by the burden of their Unused Life!” What a poignant metaphor.  It’s not that we’re just empty and lifeless if we don’t manifest our dreams, saddened and unmotivated by the fear of going after what we really want, relinquishing our dreams for the safety and comfort of resignation. No, Shirley observes, we are actually weighted down by the Unused Life.  I just love that metaphor – Unused Life! read more

Pete Seeger Heartsinging

http://www.audioacrobat.com/play/WDTh5mb4

My sister sent me the announcement of Pete Seeger’s passing. You know, he’s one of those pure souls who will live forever because he was willing to get out there and share. I don’t know if Pete Seeger was scared to get out there, but he sure made a bright spot in the world with his songs. He made some pretty bold political statements too, got in trouble for it, and kept singing.

He kept singing until he couldn’t sing anymore. And then, he spoke the words and invited his audience to sing them. His songs are so easy to sing that just about anyone can sing them, and this he gave us all a voice! read more

Walking Again

I’m going on another walk.

That’s no surprise, right?

You ask, “Where to now, Regina, the Camino de Santiago, or some other long trail for 6 months or something?”

No. It’s a six-day walk – in Pennsylvania.

I’ll be walking the Laurel Highlands Hiking Trail. It’s 70 miles long and traverses the Laurel Ridge, one of the westernmost ridges of the Appalachian Mountain range.  For a seasoned long distance hiker like me, this is a “short” walk, one that keeps me in shape. I know what gear to take. I don’t have to buy anything new. Choosing food is like shopping for an ordinary week, in fact, I accepted my hiking partner, John’s, offer to do the shopping and love his choices. read more

Story Power

Great Allegheny Passage

I looked up from my map, wondering “Where IS that trail? I’ve got to get going so I can meet my hiking partner!”  I’ve been doing car support for him as he walks the Great Allegheny Passage Trail in Pennsylvania.

Next thing I knew, he was standing there beside me, already finished for his day’s walk, and wondering where I had been!

“I couldn’t find the trail! Where did it go!” read more

Can “Bolder” be “Safer”?

It’s 2:00 in the afternoon and my alarm song plays. The clear voice of my friend, Barbara, sings,
Wild Wind calls me to be braver, safer than I’ve ever been before”

At that moment, I understand why I might have needed a daytime nap!

I’ve been stretching outside my comfort zone! Stepping boldly into my dream and my calling, trying new things every day, creating a new life and new friends every day!  Sometimes, like a new baby sleeping a lot because it’s growing a lot, I need to pull in and let the newness get integrated into my body! read more

Thank you for the honor of Your Story

In a previous post I encouraged you to share your story with me. As I have read your offerings, pure and raw and heartfelt, I am filled with humility and honor. I applaud your COURAGE to touch into those places that are usually stuffed down, put aside for later, and kept in the shadows.

It is with reverence that I witness and validate your stories.

“I’m sorry that happened to you.” And I really mean that. I’m sorry that you’ve had to experience the pain, the hurt, the sadness, the separation that you have. read more

Being In “My Story”

This will be a short note while I take a break in Shawnee State Park Lodge. That’s in Ohio on the Buckeye Trail, which I’ve been “hiking” for the past month. I put that in quotes because my partner, John, and I have been engaging with this trail in a unique combination of walking, riding bikes, and driving. A lot of the route follows roads, so we’ve been relieving sore feet from many miles of roadwalking by driving them. read more

Thanksgiving Miracle. I did it!

      I did it! I made room for a Miracle!

    Is it arrogant of me to say that I had anything to do with creating a miracle? Isn’t that blasphemous to claim personal creative power, that only God – or saints – have anything to do with miracles?

    Well, read on and make your own judgment.

    Here’s the story, starting with the miracle:

    I’m sitting at a festive table in a warm home in a southern Ohio nature sanctuary.
    I’m sharing Thanksgiving dinner in a place where my heart sings, feeling loved and accepted just as I am, with family and friends who enjoy my company and who had warmly invited me over. We’re sharing food I love that suits my preferences perfectly! After dinner, we chat for a while, then we play my favorite game, a game that guides us to safely and humorously connect with each other, affirming our uniqueness. Everyone feels good about themselves and each other . That’s pretty miraculous, as Thanksgivings go. read more