
The Messy Middle: An Anecdote
I drove through a hail storm today. It began gently, offering a musical accompaniment to my journey. Intensifying, the hail noisily demanded my attention.

I drove through a hail storm today. It began gently, offering a musical accompaniment to my journey. Intensifying, the hail noisily demanded my attention.
I met the Great Mother coming out of the ladies room in the Frankfurt airport. It was quick, prompted by a poster of a bridge over the Po river in Turin.
I’m finally completing my holiday thank you notes. Just two left. First off, thanks to everyone who donated toys, gifts, and moolah to the SisterHood Gift drive! 275 kids received a bunch of new toys, gifts, and clothes on Christmas morning.
The other day I was stuck in a reoccurring pattern. It wasn’t my favorite.
So I spent some time in my “underworld” to discover what belief was active and how it was playing out. I looked to see where it began, how it appeared over the years, and how it served me.
The other day I was stuck in a reoccurring pattern. It wasn’t my favorite.
So I spent some time in my “underworld” to discover what belief was active and how it was playing out. I looked to see where it began, how it appeared over the years, and how it served me.
What kind of holiday elf are you?
Are your buttons polished, your toys built, and your cookies baked?
Or are you running around with your tinsel on fire? I saw one of those elves recently.
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