Tag: Wisdom

Something woke me this morning. Intuition was telling me to go to the greenhouse. So I put my coat on, loaded my pockets and grabbed my cup of coffee. I started up the kerosene heater, turned on some music and sat in my comfy chair with a blanket tossed across my lap. That’s when the…

These days, when I step out on my porch at night, somethin’ in the world feels different — cleaner, clearer, like the lights have been turned on in a place that shouldn’t even have switches.The stars look brighter.The leaves tell on whatever walks the forest.But the strangest part?I ain’t afraid.I ain’t even watchful.I’m just… awake.Not…

I used to think life had a finish line—somewhere I’d finally arrive, all wise and steady. Turns out, it’s a spiral, not a road. I keep circling the same lessons till they soften and let go. Even the pinecone’s been trying to teach me that much. I’ve sat with the dying and felt the air…

I’ve been walking with my higher self so long I didn’t even know she had such a name. Folks talk about meeting her through meditation or some fancy ceremony. Me? I just listen. Darlin, we’re talking about your soul. She’s the voice that hums when the world goes still—the knowing that shows me which cabinet…

There are moments at the edge of life where the air itself holds its breath. I stood in that hush, listening to a heart beat its very last note. Not a grand sound—just a soft, steady punctuation at the end of a long sentence. Afterward, a lightness filled the room. Not the fluorescent kind. Something…

Never have the words white privilege rung more true than the day I saw helicopters circle a Black neighborhood and drop agents on Brown backs. All this, seen from a video tucked deep into a social media post. They were tearing families apart, but not mine. My grandchildren were safe in school, my door unknocked.…

Come close now, and listen. I’ll tell you a secret about the world. You are a bowl of water walking on two legs. More than half of you is river and tide. Your heart beats like waves, your bones hold hidden springs, your blood flows like a creek that never stops. And every tear, every…

I do the small holy things.I taste my bread like it’s the whole world, slow and grateful. I tuck a memory in a tin, a seed in a packet, a story for a grandbaby — tiny treasures that make a thousand tomorrows kinder. I watch the moon, mend the broken, hum at the window, and…

I started nursing school believing nursing was holistic—that if you tended the body, you’d be taught to hold the heart and spirit, too. But most of what I found was assembly-line medicine: blood pressure here, pills there, but no time for listening. It wasn’t until I landed in hospice that I saw what I thought…