July 14, 2014

I did not see myself as a leader as I was coming of age, but even my mother was jealous of the powers unseen by me, and often said so. My father regularly referred to me as “a mighty powerful woman,” but I saw this as one of his silly jokes, like telling me that my shoes were as big as gunboats, and that I was adopted from an Indian princess. My father also called me “Y;” he said because... Read more

July 7, 2014

A stranger approaches. Who is he? Should I be wary? He is wearing a  large oval-shaped locket. Pure gold in the sunlight. That’s what distinguishes him. I am sitting at a table at a crowded shopping center. I believe the young man is looking for someone or something. Maybe his brand new car that he is not used to seeking out in the ever widening parameters of an unfamiliar car park.What is he looking for, if not his car then... Read more

July 1, 2014

Moving slowly and listening deeply are common practices for a Sabbath day. Lately, however, I seem to be in seven-days-a-week period of deep listening and moving at about twenty percent of my normal, double or triple-tasking speed. The nagging voices in my head are quick to point out how ridiculous it is that I am doing so little when I have a book to market, blogs to write, friends—some in very difficult situations—to visit and a hurting world all around... Read more

June 26, 2014

Love is love. Joy is joy. Beauty is beauty. Abundance is abundance. These are all states of consciousness. These are all Archetypes. These are the larger stories of Life Force that are longing to move through us. All we need to do to become vessels for this Life Force is open ourselves from within and receive. The acorn contains all it needs to become a towering oak tree. Women contain all we need to activate and animate our intuitive wisdom.... Read more

June 25, 2014

My wisdom is telling me it is time. It is time to lead Denise. It is time to stand up and speak. Gone are the stories that don’t fit, an empty hand grasps at nothing. Trust the ever-growing circle of strength, love and light around you. My wisdom is telling me, “we have always been here. we will always be here. we will always show you how to stand, how to walk, to sing and to dance. We will always... Read more

June 23, 2014

As I stood before a room full of beautiful, apprehensive women, I had a moment of doubt as to my presence here. What can I conceivably share that will guide them in this journey of discovery? What was it so many years ago that prompted me to jump head first into the deep end of the pool -though I could not swim- to retrieve the “brass ring”? Or be willing to walk barefoot over a bed of scorching, red hot... Read more

June 18, 2014

It was only ten days ago that 65 women gathered in my backyard in southern California on a sunny Saturday afternoon to explore the richness of “Owning our Wisdom: Women’s Way of Leading in these Transformative Times”. I am still buzzing with joy and excitement about what I experienced in the sacred space we created together that day. I can’t wait to revisit the precious territory where new models of women’s leadership emerge from deep feminine spiritual wisdom. This circle... Read more

June 9, 2014

In a much lamented kingdom of imagination and remorse, motherhood stands naked and unabashedly unashamed. What a beautiful girl, the goddess of motherhood has birthed! That’s what I thought when I first beheld you. When I first saw you, my daughter, I thought you must be an incarnation of a rabbi; you had such a host of beautifully woven curls that fell down either side of your robust cheeks.  I have to admit I was rather surprised you were a girl.... Read more

June 6, 2014

It is time that we mothers stop moaning about how badly the big, bad men are treating us and our earth and start saying “No!” to ourselves and others. We are the ones who are being handed the fruits of war in greater and greater proportions. Just as a cat will lay a dead bird at the feet of the pet’s parent, our men are trained, from birth, to bring us spoils of war as acts of worship of our... Read more

June 1, 2014

A redwood tree shades the slender daughter shooting up from her side: an apt metaphor, I think, or at least one that calms my heart. In a few weeks, my youngest child will leave home for college. I both hate and welcome this change. Every few days, a sudden nostalgia pulls at me when I am least prepared. The faint tunes of a familiar merry-go-round make my eyes tear up. My throat tightens when I pass the pumpkin patch lot, now empty.The playground nearby is newly remodeled, but I still hear the thrill in my young... Read more

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