An Invitation

You can create a life you love… right here, right now.

You’re going to work with the raw material of your life… exactly as it is.

Start with a willingness to practice creating moments of
Peace, Joy, Empowerment, And love… in each day.

What would that look like?
What is peace? Joy? Empowerment? Love?
How does one live those qualities?

Peace is a deep inner quiet we each have within us, that can be accessed anywhere, any
time, by briefly pausing, breathing deeply and allowing one’s self to be still.

Joy is the exuberant feeling that comes from being aware and awake to the small miracles
and wonder of life in each moment.

Empowerment is recognizing one’s ability to take action, and taking action.

Love is making a choice in this moment to support one’s divine potential or that of
another with kindness and compassion. Love is not an adjective, it is a verb.

You can create a life you love by bringing these qualities to the circumstances of your life
as they are now. All you need is a sincere “yes” to yourself… and a daybook…

A daybook can be on your phone, I-pad, computer. It can be a big beautiful journal or a
little notepad that can be carried easily in a pocket or purse. It can be a graphic journal
where you draw instead of write.

Each day just take a moment to record:

When today did I create a moment of peace?
When today did I create a moment of joy?
When today did I create a moment of empowerment?
When today did I create a moment of love?

As you begin doing this right here, right now… your life will change and you will begin
creating a life you love.


Twenty Five Blessings



“Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life.”
— Melody Beattie

Morning finds me in the woods, walking out my troubles.

It has been a year with many blessings, but also a flock of burdens. And that is the nature of life . . .

Somewhere in the swirl of it all, I started a new practice of naming 25 blessings as I walk. I don’t know why I picked 25. I do know that coming up with that many blessings caused me to dig a little deeper, to focus on the unrecognized and ignored.


My sister’s hands by Rute Pascoal

Take ‘fingers’ for example. How often do we consider our fingers – how they make it possible to touch, type, unbutton, stroke, undo, grasp, tie . . . .If my fingers were suddenly gone I would be saturated with sadness and loss, and yet . . . I hardly consider these true treasures.

I have discovered that while I exercise my body, I can exercise my outlook . Counting my blessings changes my focus from lack to abundance, from difficulty to possibility.

In her life-changing book, Simple Abundance, A Daybook of Comfort and Joy, written 20 years ago, Sarah Ban Breathnach challenged her millions of readers to start a gratitude journal that would be the blank canvas to capture five blessings a day. She promised that practice would be life changing.

She would know.

by antipodeuse on Flickr

By Antipodeuse on Flickr

Sitting in a restaurant many years ago, a heavy ceiling tile fell on her head causing serious injury. Her vision was affected and her eyes could not tolerate much light. She sat in her darkened bedroom in despair.

One day, she made a decision to go to her kitchen table and sit there until she had written 100 things for which she was grateful.

Not only did she eventually recover from her injury, but it lead to the writing her best-selling book which changed her life and the lives of her readers. In it she advocates creating a gratitude journal in which blessings are recorded daily.

I don’t know how many times I have read her book, but it is outlined in enough different colors of ink to remind me of the importance of adopting a daily spiritual practice of gratitude whether with pen in a journal, on our knees in prayer, or in the woods in contemplation.

autumn-beauty-river-imageThe title of a country song, Standing knee-Deep in a River, (Dying of Thirst), by Don Williams reminds me of the importance of becoming more conscious in life. I am surrounded by blessings I take for granted.

I am learning anew that gratitude is a well we can draw from when our emotional life is parched. As we drink from gratitude’s waters we begin to glimpse a bigger picture that holds the promise of possibility. What we focus on expands.

The conscious contemplation of what is working in life allows the fragmented activity of our mind to slow down, giving way to trust in the unseen. A glimpse of the light is caught despite the shadow.

This happens when we release resistance to our difficulties by accepting what is. We then come toAutomnRayoflight realize we have choices, even if it’s just the choice to do the best we can and let go of the rest . . .

Melody Beattie, the author of Codependent No More, learned for herself — in her difficult recovery from alcoholism and drug addiction — the importance of gratitude in healing.

“It turns what we have into enough . . . denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity,” she writes. “It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow.”

As I consider all that I have, the natural inclination is to give thanks. As I do, my heart is filled again.

Happy Thanksgiving!


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The Quest for Answers


Photo by Maria Allred

Photo by Maria Allred

“This ‘you’ that sometimes feels inadequate, sometimes becomes afraid or angry or depressed, that searches on and on for fulfillment, contains within itself the very fulfillment it seeks, and to a supreme degree.”– Eknath Easwaran, Yoga Journal, Dec. 2008

It’s early October and Brian and I are embracing the unexpected good fortune of a day off from work. It’s sunny and our decision is immediate: we want 24 hours on the Oregon coast!

Autumn-Leaves-Forest-Road-PictureA two-hour drive through Oregon’s fiery fall foliage, chatting and reading (he drives, I read out-loud) and we can see the brilliant blue vastness of the Pacific Ocean. We quickly find an ocean view motel, have a bowl of Clam Chowder at Mo’s, and head onto the beach.

Sea air filling our nostrils, a slight breeze blowing through our open jackets, we walk. The freedom from work and ‘the tyranny of the urgent’ allows suppressed feelings and thoughts to rise.

“I’ve come to realize that all my life I’ve been looking for an answer,” I say to my husband.

“An answer to what,” he asks curiosity in his voice.Cannon Beach Flames

“That’s what’s odd,” I reply, “I don’t know. But I think it’s one of the reasons I’m a voracious reader. I keep expecting to one day open a book and suddenly all of life will make sense, the missing puzzle pieces will be there and will fit together.”

Brian listens attentively, occasionally asking a question that prompts me to go a little deeper. The conversation is really just a reflection on the mysteries of life: why life’s current at times pulls us down paths that don’t make sense; why some years are smooth sailing and others a near constant challenge; why some people endure great tragedy or poverty while others enjoy privilege and have relatively trauma-free lives. . .

There is no big true answer, despite what some would argue.

Mesmerising-shoreAs the waves of the ocean rush in with loud shushing sounds, only to recede again, our conversation explores the ebb and flow of life, the sea of human suffering that covers the planet. This is a sea that wets our feet in our own journey in life occasionally. But we are also immersed in it in our work as mental health counselors. (Our daughter Sarah frequently encourages us to make sure we put on our life jackets before we start work.)

‘Life is difficult’ is the first sentence in M. Scott Peck’s multi-million-best-seller, The Road Less Traveled, A New Psychology of Love, Traditional Values and Spiritual Growth.

‘Life is desire,’ says Rod Stryker a pre-eminent yoga and meditation teacher and the author of The Four Desires, Creating a Life of Purpose, Happiness, Prosperity, and Freedom.

And Stephen Covey, author of another international bestseller, The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People, taught that if we want to change any situation we have to change ourselves and our perceptions.

After a time, my conversation with Brian gives way to a game of kicking a ball back and forth between us as we quietly walk the beach.

Meditation by the Beach

But at 4 a.m. the next morning when I can sleep no longer, I turn to a magazine article from an old edition of Yoga Journal called Uncover Your True Self by Eknath Easwaran. In the pre-dawn darkness I feel like she is speaking to me. ‘I invite you to step back and look with your artist’s eye at your own life. Consider it amorphous material, not yet deliberately crafted. Reflect upon what it is, and what it could be. Imagine how you will feel, and what those around you will lose, if it does not become what it could be.’

She reminds the reader that our ‘higher-self’ does not need to be brought into existence, because it already exists within us. In other words, I don’t have to search so far. Any answer we need can be found by attending to that higher knowing within each of us.

I once asked Sue Bender, author of Everyday Sacred, A Woman’s Journey Home, how we find ‘the answer.’

Everyday-Sacred“You get quiet,” she said.

Perhaps my questioning nature is about my ongoing journey home to myself, the life I have been given, and my purpose.

As I write this morning, Sue’s book is open to the personal inscription she wrote to me after we had spent some time together many years ago: “Seeing you again, feeling your spirit – I am struck with . . . the complex purity of your search . . .”

A few tears form in my eyes. She saw me. She honored my need to look for an answer when I didn’t even know the question.

After all, a question wasn’t the purpose. The purpose was the quest itself –and ultimately a journey to the knowing within and the fulfillment that follows.    

Photo by Marcin Jagiellicz

Photo by Marcin Jagiellicz

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The School of Life


“My opportunity for growth and learning is always present.”
— Liz McNaughton, wife, mother, blogger, life-long student

A lazy last day of summer finds me wading in the shallow waters of the Huron River in Ann Arbor, Michigan, with my daughter Sarah and her three children: Edwin, 7, Leland, 5, and Amelia, 2.

10612896_10152973072495746_7340654167737065132_nSarah, age 31, is our 4th daughter. She is married to Grant, who is working on a PhD at the University of Michigan. Sarah, who has finished her college education for now, is a committed student in the school of life!

She is the resident assistant in family housing – a large sprawling community of families from all over the world who have given her a more global perspective. She is part of a book group. She is reading her way through all the pre-school children’s books from the library with her children.

Sarah, a few of her friends, and I had a girl’s-night-out while I was in 535f03e851ab7f636de0506d2c61ff05Ann Arbor. We ate rosemary infused strawberry ice cream under an orange moon in a periwinkle sky. Mostly we feasted on the conversation.

These were women who have degrees of their own. But, by choice have put their careers and continued academic education on hold as they take their posts on the home-front launching their young children into life in a deliberate and focused way. And, as they do, their own growth process continues. They have become students in the school of life.

Liz McNaughton, a mother of three, has a master’s degree in women’s studies. “The theme of the university I attended, was ‘Learning Lives Forever,’” she told me. “They frequently talked about continually nurturing the life of your mind. One visiting lecturer told a story (probably apocryphal) of Socrates and Plato, when Plato first asked Socrates to mentor him. Socrates took Plato to a river and held his head under water. Plato, obviously needing to breathe, started struggling, eventually breaking free from Socrates’ grip. Plato was obviously curious why Socrates had taken such a severe action with him. Socrates told him that when he wanted to learn as much as he wanted to breathe, he wouldn’t need a mentor.

quote-Albert-Einstein-learning-is-experience-everything-else-is-just-254510_2“That principle stuck with me,” she told me. “I remember thinking that I never wanted to stop learning, and would never use lack of access to a formal education as an excuse to stop. What I’m most learning now is how realistic that goal turned out to be. I have continued a rigorous exploration of women’s studies since graduation. In fact, I’m embarrassed to read my thesis now, because the understanding I demonstrated of feminist theory was so shallow compared to what I know now.”

Her hunger for knowledge has also led to an exploration of politics, parenting, and social issues. “I continue to search out ways to challenge my knowledge and help it grow.”  

Liz shares some of the spiritual lessons she is learning in her blog, Remembering Women, at 

1280px-Karuzi_Burundi_goatsKate, the mother of two sons, was asked to help get a school up and running in her native Burundi, Africa. When the invitation came she said to herself, “OK, I’ve got some learning to do!”

As part of a grassroots effort, a school serving 34 children has been started in a home in Burundi. Her learning has come through community activism.

Zusana, a mother of two, left behind her career as an inspector in a large oil company in Slovakia. “I am learning so much being a mother to my two children Lea, 7, and Viliam, 15 months,” she told me. “I also read, and I learn so much just from listening to people.”

Woman-in-LibrarySpending time with my daughter, son-in-law, grandchildren, and these fascinating women was inspiring and revitalizing. I knew I was ready to write again. A desire to write a memoir arose. I began taking steps to learn all I can about memoir writing.

Those of you who have been following Creating a Life You Love may have wondered where I disappeared to since my last article, “Claiming Our True Essence,” posted June 9th. 


During that time I was struggling with a health issue, which lasted a few months. I was able to function in my work as a mental health therapist, in fact, work helped take my mind off my own challenges. But I had to let go of some things – sadly, other than my journal, I stopped writing.

At times life has plans for us that are different than the plans we have. It took time, but I gave way to life’s tutoring. Acceptance helped me replace struggle with surrender. As I did, I found the hallowed ground where I could discover the lessons life was trying to teach me:

  • 1246770-1440x900-[]Though we have a voice and a choice in life, there is wisdom in trusting the unexpected detours our path takes.
  • Times of illness, low energy, and depression can be a slowing down of the body and mind as they recalibrate.
  • What we resist persists.
  • There is always a greater ‘knowing’ within us, which has much to reveal if we are willing to surrender.

The past months have been an important reminder that we always have the opportunity to be students. There is more than one way to get an advanced degree!

I am happy to be back to Creating A Life You Love. I will be posting regularly again, but I can’t guarantee that it will be weekly since I am also writing my memoir. If you sign up to be a registered user, which is free, you will be notified every time I post. You can also follow me on my Face Book page, Creating a Life You Love, for daily quotes, inspiration, and the articles posted.

Here’s hoping that with the start of school for our children and grandchildren, you will join me in learning from the school of life!  

FOGGY AUTUMN —  By Leonid Afremov

FOGGY AUTUMN — By Leonid Afremov


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Claiming Our True Essence


“The heroic quest is about saying yes to yourself and, in so doing, become more fully alive and more effective in the world. 

For the hero’s journey is first about taking a journey to find the treasure of your true self, and then about returning home to give your gift to help transform the kingdom – and in the process your own life.”
–Carol S. Pearson, Awakening the Heroes Within

 I’m back!

Dear Readers,
I have been sick for over two weeks. My life has been on bare minimum mode, thus no new articles.

alizee-omaly7Whenever I get sick, not only is my body miserable, but it feels like some part of my essential self has exited. Recovery for me signals not just the return of health, but the return of my true essence.

And what exactly is our true essence?

When we consider who we are we may think of the qualities and values we possess; our likes and dislikes; our gifts and liabilities; our odd little idiosyncrasies; all creating the specific fingerprint of our personality. The list is pregnant with possibility and worth consideration.

But what about who we are not?

Years ago, while raising our daughters, I had numerous opportunities to see the uniqueness of each of their essences find expression. I remember one spring break when I was so looking forward to a week’s worth of freedom from the morning routine. I relished the idea of being able to be the first one up and having quiet time to myself. But on their first morning off, within minutes of my awakening, Sarah Jean, age seven, padded into the kitchen.

“Sarah,” I asked, “What are you doing up so early honey? You don’t have school today, don’t you want to sleep in?”

She promptly and firmly replied, “I’m not that kind of girl mom!”

10155145_10152911583325746_1227613216150587144_nShe was also a daughter who from about age four on wouldn’t let me touch her hair. She insisted on doing it herself. (We often have a laugh at some of our early pictures of Sarah before she got the hang of doing hair!) She still is reticent to even let a hairdresser give her a cut, and usually isn’t satisfied with the outcome, going home to fine tune it herself.

Whether dealing with her hair or trusting her own circadian rhythms she had a sure sense of herself early on.

Even when we have claimed who we are and who we are not, we may still find ourselves traveling the troubled terrain of life with behavior that betrays our sense of selfhood. All of us, as we struggle to find our place in the world, at one time or another get caught in the tangle of inauthenticity.

I believe that there is part of us that has always existed and always will. Sometimes I catch an ‘other-worldly’ glance at that part of myself. It is accompanied by the feeling that ‘she’ knows things I don’t know about myself. I am offered a certain comfort by an inner compass of sorts, believing that eventually, despite my wanderings, she will lead me home to my true essence.

compassHaving a sense of who we truly are isn’t always accompanied by ease. It can require courage to live authentically. A deep part of my identity is my writing self. More than being just a role, it feels like an inherent part of myself that has always been.

And yet, it often takes enormous effort to engage that part of myself, as I face the boulders of perfectionism I climb to find my voice again.

As the famous poet Sylvia Plath once commented, “There is nothing like the horror of a blank piece of paper.”

This website has been important for me personally because it keeps me writing. It helps keep me true to an important part of myself. And it gives me a pathway for ongoing exploration of my own essential self.

Today as I am writing, I am sitting on a bench in the woods overlooking Salmon Creek. I am soothed into stillness by the soft gurgling of the water on its journey. Above me I hear the cooing of Mourning Doves in the trees.

Questions arise in my own inquiry. Questions I offer you.

  • beautiful-golden-river-creek-230454What do you know about who you are and just as importantly, who you are not?
  • What is needed to create safe haven and sacred space for all the parts of yourself?
  • How could you bring the parts of yourself that are in the shadows of your life, into the light?
  • How could you shed behaviors, ways of being, that don’t feel authentic to your true nature?

The quest to claim our true essence, to live authentically, requires courage and discipline. I have found I need some alone time daily for that quest. I have a set of practices that have been important tools to assist me. I call them the Divine Daily Disciplines. In offering them for your assistance I want to emphasize the importance of knowing even a small effort with these disciplines yields results.

Honor the needs of your true self in a way that these practices can be a blessing and not a burden. These can also be viewed on The Divine Daily Disciplines link on the menu of this sight.


Prayer is not about Christmas list of requests, but of creating relationship with our creator. This doorway to the Divine offers inspiration, comfort, and wisdom.


As we become still, we come home to ourselves. Silent pausing helps us hear our true voice.

Sacred Reading

Reading from a sacred text which speaks to our inner divinity
provides spiritual sustenance as we sup at the table of the Divine.


The quest of the life-long learner offers growth, expansion, and a continual sense of aliveness as we read a page or two a day from a book on any topic that inspires us or perks our curiosity.


A few moments with pen to paper, keeps us connected to our experience of life
helping us sort out feelings, and clearing our mind.


A brisk walk, run, bike ride, or swim floods our body with life giving oxygen; rejuvenates every life-sustaining system in our body; and releases our brain’s chemical mood enhancers. It is also a way to receive inspiration

Wisdom Eating

We offer our wondrous body true nourishment when we partake of real, natural food – fruits and vegetables, whole grains, fish, and range-fed poultry. Our health flourishes, and energy increases. Wisdom eating is also a practice that nurtures our soul.


The concept of adornment moves us away from the dictates of fashion to a personal affirmation and celebration of our bodies. A simple ritual of cleansing, grooming, and adorning, honors ourselves as a precious and beautiful creation



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Suzette’s Socks


Mother and Child in a Boat, Edmund Charles Tarbell


If I had my child to raise all over again,
I’d build self-esteem first, and the house later.
I’d finger-paint more, and point the finger less.
I would do less correcting and more connecting.
I’d take my eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes.
I’d take more hikes and fly more kites.
I’d stop playing serious, and seriously play.
I would run through more fields and gaze at more stars.
I’d do more hugging and less tugging.
— Diane Loomans, “If I Had My Child To Raise Over Again”

PART_1431410746158_20150502_131859Recently I was in Salt Lake City, shoe shopping with my daughter, Suzette. We literally spent two hours in the downtown Nordstrom’s store. The patient sales associate had brought out at least a dozen boxes of shoes, if not more. Suzette tried on one pair after another while I had the fun of playing with her 7- month old- baby Adelaide.

Suzette was in a struggle over which shoes she wanted. It reminded me of a time when she was 4- years-old and having a major issue with socks. She absolutely hated her socks because they had a seam at the toe that she said, “bodder’s me.”

In the summer she just didn’t wear socks, but then school would roll around and again, we would be caught in the sock battle. Very carefully she would try to pull them on her little feet until they felt right. Soon she would stock-footage-close-up-of-little-girl-s-bare-feet-her-big-toe-has-a-smiley-face-drawn-on-it-she-wiggles-her-toesbe fussing, wanting help. Very carefully Brian or I would pull them on, trying to line the seam up at the toes just right. It always ended the same way. The socks would feel uncomfortable and she would get a few more pairs and we would try again.

It just didn’t work though, in her mind the seams just didn’t line up right, which sent her into tears and frustration despairing over her dilemma. Our patience was growing thin. “All socks have seams Suzette,” I would say, “You just have to wear them and get used to it.”

Logic is lost on toddlers. Finally I came up with the idea to take Suzette on a sock date. I told her is she would try to hang in there with those miserable seams, on Saturday I would take her shopping for new socks.

She did. She had been heard and had some hope offered to her.

Haight_980x515_slideshow_2On Saturday we went to the store. I showed her all the socks, told her she could pick the ones she wanted and we would try them on right in the store. She was intrigued by the possibilities – rows of socks in all kinds of colors and patterns that she could pick from herself. “Ooooh,” she said perusing bows and ruffles and lace. “Ooh la la!”

Her little sounds continued as she deliberated over her choice. “Neeeeat! Neatoooo!” Finally she chose and we sat on the floor and tried them on her little feet. “Oh, this is so soft,” she said, “You should feel it mommy.”

db7612f67d2d3fe5e5e97fb81dd2228aAfter trying on a few pairs she proclaimed, “These socks don’t bodder me, Mommy.” Honestly, I could see no difference in the feel or the seam placement of the socks she had chosen versus her socks at home. At this point, it didn’t matter. We bought a bunch.

On the way home in the car, just the two of us wrapping up the sock date, Suzette was singing. “So,” I asked, “did you have a good time?”

Her response was immediate. “I sure did, my sweet little Mommy, I love you so much, I love you as sweet as I can!”

I was laughing quietly to myself, but my eyes were watering. Oh how I had lost sight of her perspective in a world that gets so busy that sock seams are insignificant.

“I realized this wasn’t a battle about socks. This was about being heard and validated. This was about saying, “Your concerns are important.”

Here was a little child growing up in a large family. Maybe it was about socks, maybe it wasn’t. Who knows. Maybe it was about finding a way to be singled out and loved individually.

Circle Of LoveI realized that when you are 4 years old and somewhat powerless in a very big world, socks seams lining up could be a big deal. As Publius Syrus said, “You cannot put the same shoe on every foot.”

Nor the same sock!

Suzette’s struggle with her socks taught me the importance of taking seriously my children’s concerns. I realized in the tender moment in the car on the way home that giving her needs individual attention was a very important way to help her feel loved.

On Mother’s Day this last Sunday I received a lovely letter from my, now 29-year-old, Suzette, who now has the perspective of a mother. She told me that over the past seven months that she has been mothering Adelaide, she has just begun to understand all that is required to be parent. It has given her deeper appreciation for the sacrifices required.

Sometimes the emotional reactions our little ones have to their ‘problems’ in life can seem insignificant. I learned from Suzette, that in a 4-year-old world, it matters a lot how your sock seams line up. It matter’s even more that you are heard and taken seriously.


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Life’s Transitions


“When your life itself becomes the subject matter of the creative process, a very different experience of life opens to you.”
–Robert Fritz, composer, writer

In 1983 I began writing a weekly column entitled, On the Homefront, for This Week, a Portland, Cute-little-grey-eastside-homeOR magazine. It had a circulation just over a million. My husband, Brian, and I had purchased a quaint bungalow style house in Northeast Portland. It was snuggled into a cozy neighborhood with a diverse population: couples, single people, families hailing originally from places such as Trinidad, Germany, and Korea. The school, church, and a corner grocery, where the girls bought penny candy, were within walking distance.

Within four years I had transitioned from a successful career as a newspaper reporter to marriage and motherhood in a sudden and surprising life makeover. (See We Are All Creative,  At the time of our move from an apartment to our first home we had three daughters ages 2-5 and I was pregnant with our fourth. Motherhood had captured me with a power and beauty I never could have imagined. But the writer in me would never be transitioned out of my life. I just needed a new focus and a writing project that blended with raising a family.

10277921_10201570227048984_9040323876411665180_nBeing a mom gave me just that. Ironically, I was a reluctant about having children, becoming a mother. But all it took was the birth of our first daughter, Anne Elizabeth (Annie) in 1978 to convert me. Readers, I had no idea! The absolute love and adoration I felt for my new infant so transcended my expectations that I was changed forever. I was instantly head over heels in love with my baby, and to my surprise, I knew immediately that I wanted more children. Brian, too, was captured by the wonder of parenthood.

I know that not all women have this same experience and I never could have predicted that I would. We each have our own journey with motherhood.

During the first 12 years of our marriage I gave birth to six daughters. The last one, Mary Rose, was born at home with two midwives and her other sisters, Annie, Maria, Amanda, Sarah, and Suzette, waiting to greet her. She was born on Dec. 21st, the winter solstice, and the birthday of our first daughter. The circle was complete.

1904084_10201090301931156_625239168_nOur children are all adults and gone. Four of them are mothers themselves. I currently work as a mental health therapist. Writing for this web-site is my hobby–one that I love. But recently I found myself in a bit of a quagmire coming up with Creating a Life You Love articles. I launched this website a little over two years ago on Dec. 21, 2012, the winter solstice (another birth of sorts!).  It was so exciting for me and still is a passion. But I was beginning to feel like I was repeating myself. You may have noticed that a couple of week ago there was no article and no explanation.

The day my article was due for editing, I had nothing. Maria, my editor and poster, texted me, “Article?” I wrote back, “Frozen.” Then she called me back and asked me if I needed a break.

powells-4Recently I was in a bookstore in Portland, just across The Columbia River, when a woman approached me. “I used to come to your seminars and read your articles every week,” she said. “It helped me get through my child-rearing years. I can’t tell you how much those articles meant to me.”

It had been 22 years since I had stopped writing On the Homefront. I wandered around the store a little stunned, with something stirring in me.

Soon after, I felt an overwhelming urge to retrieve two huge black binders from my office. Every article I had written had been archived in them by my dear friend, Laura Micelli.

Tamera Website 002I hadn’t looked at them in years, but as soon as I lifted the cover of the first binder and began to read, I was flooded with new inspiration. Last week’s article reflects my new energy and a bit of a new focus that is sure to show up in future articles–more about my life as a mother of young children, from the perspective of a woman whose children are now ages 24-36.

For those of you who are in the throes of motherhood and believe you will never have an uninterrupted hour to yourself again, I have something to offer from my vantage point: there are many lives in a life! My daughters are all raised and on their own. I have been in my new career as a therapist for 13 years. My work is meaningful and rewarding and I do have free time to pursue my passions such as this web site.

For those of you who aren’t mothers, and either wish you were or are glad you aren’t, my commitment is to always capture a common voice in my articles despite each of our varied experiences. The personal is universal. We all have some shared experience. I desire, using my own experience, to bless the lives of others and to learn from the lives of others.

I made a decision from the beginning that this web-site would always be free. That has not and will not change. You may have noticed however that I have recently added a donation button to the site. There are numerous expenses to maintain the site. As many of you know my site was hacked in February and had to be completely rebuilt. It was an expensive endeavor. So, I appreciate contributions to help offset the overhead.

I’m back on track readers! I have learned to sit with my ‘stuck’ places in life, trusting that direction will reveal itself in surprising and creative ways!




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