“I’m unsure where to start. What to write. What to say. I guess that is common when you hear news that causes your breath to be caught. While sitting in the doctor’s office with a close family member, we received the heart breaking and disorienting news that the chemo is not working. The tumors of…Continue reading Learning to Be Kind to Myself: What Does that Look Like?

“As I strive to pace, plan and control the perception of my time of rest, I’ve become aware of an internal fear or a guilt for desiring moments to pause. To breathe. To rest. These are things not often valued in a culture that screams work harder, do more and be more. Thus, I find…Continue reading Redefining Rest: Practicing Pause, Presence and Peace

“I’m learning the beauty and the hard in releasing. Releasing everyone and everything. Taking a posture of surrendering control and understanding in exchange for life and breath.”

“This is just a season,” has become an easy and convenient way to justify chaos and to minimize pain and heartache. It has become a programmed response to avoid pausing and accessing the heart. I’ve found this to be especially true in the areas of kids and hardships. So I’m throwing the flag. I’m challenging…Continue reading Throwing the Flag on the Phrase, “This is Just a Season”

“The unplanned snow day provided me the opportunity to pause. To be unproductive. To be reminded that as summer comes, I can create a new space, a new arrangement, a new view that can bring me excitement. Bring me a sense of pride and joy. Above all, it’s not found on a list. It’s not…Continue reading Permission to Pause; Permission to be Unproductive

“As the doors prepare to open into my next decade, I don’t want to shut the door on my thirties and scream, “Peace out!” It would be easy to do, but it would also be unkind to my soul. The culture would condone it, and even endorse my moving on to the next bigger and…Continue reading Living in the Moment and Measuring in the Decade

“I know who I am to my Father, but I need to know who I am to me. To Robin. While part of my fear comes from a place of disliking my name, there is a part of me that fears my name won’t mean anything special, unique or powerful. Or at least I thought…Continue reading An Invitation Into Your Name

“The platforms on the scaffolding I’ve built to surround my heart are fear and shame. It’s from these places that my greatest pose operates. In my ‘identities’ of religion, education, marriage and children, the collaborative pose or message is, ‘I have it all together’. The scaffolding I build, the pose I project, is a way…Continue reading Posing: Bringing the Scaffolding Surrounding My Heart into the Light

“When my emotions settled, I felt an invitation to enter into my story. An invitation to a journey. A journey to be taken at my pace. To be taken in my time. To seek the answer to my question. Who am I?”