the kids are finally at school, and i find myself alone in my house for what feels like the first time in recent memory. quiet, except for the hum of the refrigerator and the dog’s occasional sigh in hopes of our morning walk. i know the bathrooms need cleaning and there is laundry to fold (letting go of  hired cleaning help seemed like a prudent financial decision–until now). there is oatmeal on the kitchen counter, coffee spilled on the wood floor, unfinished projects, and lack of sleep in my eyes.

the anxiety is ramped higher than it has been in a while. unwelcome thoughts confusing fear with intuition. i’m looking up to see if shoes are falling from the sky.

while on retreat, i professed my intention to really welcome, to claim, the grace and abundance of my life. the renewal of my marriage; the love, passion, and hunger i never imagined we’d feel again. my children and their staggering many intelligences and beauty (still can’t believe that neither of them got the big nose). our opportunities for travel, connection, friendships. the simple accounting of the amazing people i know and have met. this place i live, these things i have. calla lilies by the blue front door. an ocean down the street.

when i chased the sunrise in my pajamas in the frosty cotswolds last weekend, i had one of those moments of spontaneous joy and gratitude. there were tears and i whispered thank you, thank you, thank you. funny how just a week later, i can sit here just wishing to feel that again.

they say gratitude is a practice. remembering our connection is why we practice.

i think i’ll take this knot in my belly up the mountain now and do my best to leave it there. an offering to the choosing. to the remembering. to the laundry, the oatmeal, the love, the chaos, the plans, the fears, the figments and the apparitions. to this life that is mine.

better to light a candle than to curse the darkness. ~chinese proverb

photos: yesterday’s instragrams. follow me there @doorwaystraveler

we debated the existence of god and burned messages to the universe, drank fresh green juice and ate 6 kinds of chocolate. we wore our best lounge wear paired with fantastic jewelry. we burned the fire all weekend and walked in the cold crisp air. we were visited by a magical fox and let go of the past year. i chased the sunrise in my flannel pajamas and lie under the stars thanking whoever and whatever is out there for the grace and abundance in my life. we all showed up just as we are, connected,  and came away with just what we needed. i am home now, jet lagged but without longing. because i know they are still with me. and we’ll return to our hidden cottage in the cotswolds for years to come.

photos: annual weekend in a cotswold cottage with the fantastic bbc. jo, emma, megg, sus, sas, pen, and leonie: i love you.

for the past couple of years, i have chosen a word for the year. in 2010 the word was clear. in 2011, it was wild abandon, and boy was it ever–the outcome of which still has me surprised (and grateful). these past years catapulted me into my voice, my heart, and my passions. quite literally, everything changed. i did many new things, some of them excruciatingly hard, as i made a commitment to myself and to the ones i love to speak my truth, to be transparent, and to feel everything. i fall short every day on this promise, but i hold the intention. because the alternative is a level of discomfort that is intolerable. and i can honestly say that the whole of my life, especially my relationships, holds a fulfilling depth of intimacy that is the reward of this intention. i have personal testimony that love, and the truth, always win.

looking ahead, i know this year holds many more opportunities for travel, beauty, and connection. i also know there will be shifts in the way that happens, specific to my projects and my mission, as i refine my understanding of how best to be of service to my heart and to the world (which i believe is the same thing). in my continued search for doorways to freedom, this fall had me stepping back and going into a deeper level of inquiry with myself than i have before. in these past few months of going in, i have sat with my crazy, my misshapen, my less-than, my too-much, my sad, my hurt, my loneliness, my anxious, my terrified, my embarrassed, my ashamed, my tired and my weak. in the company of these parts of myself, i experienced anger, lethargy, heart palpitations, and more tears than i thought i had left in me (i am a champion crier). i dropped balls, broke promises, and cancelled many things. there were days that i was just a heap on my office floor, surrounded by sufi poetry and tissue box. but i did it. i felt everything and i began to mine for my own prescription for wellness. i asked for help and i accessed the medicine that i needed to feel more free–my own personal alchemy for self-care. more important than sharing the practices i do and the supplements i take, is my sharing that what i realized i had to do was to ask MYSELF, my body, what i needed to feel well, and to listen for the answer.

and that leads me to the word for the year, EMBODY, the definition of which is to “provide a spirit with a physical form.” what became clear to me in 2011 was that the war i have waged with my body no longer serves me, and more so it stands in the way of my fully showing up, experiencing freedom, and being of service to my heart and to the world. i speak of connection and beauty as my highest ideals and passions, yet i have lived a lifetime of disconnection with my own body and of denouncing my own beauty. this is the year to let that go. i want the same intimacy with myself that i seek with others. i want to experience the radiance in myself that i am attracted to in others. i want to feel free in my skin, well from the inside out. i want to have a love affair with myself. this is not about narcissism nor is it about some flogging exercise routine or fasting for a month. i refuse to subscribe to “no pain, no gain.” been there and done that. this is about listening, tending, nurturing. my supporting words are GRACE and EASE. i am making choices based in peace and not in conflict.

choosing a word to guide our intentions for the year is a powerful thing. really, the word chooses us. for me, as i’ve gone to the depths of my spiritual and emotional bodies, and become a more wholly integrated self, it is not at all shocking that the physical body is now speaking its truth. the temple that houses all the impressions of who i am has been neglected. i haven’t loved it. praised and appreciated it, or gently coaxed it into taking its best form. my body has been criticized from within ever since i was told at a young age that it was not ok, and i believed it.

of course, once a word chooses us, the obstacles of doubt and denial stage a flash mob in our path. it has already happened. only this time i have a plan. i am rubbing scented oil on my skin and taking myself for a walk. i am chopping kale and making love. i am indulging my senses and forgiving myself. i am adorning and prioritizing. i am juicing and eating cake. i am meditating and listening. praying and trusting. i am loving. and i am embodying all that i KNOW now to be true.

thank you in advance, 2012.

note: after i had chosen my word, i listened to tara brach’s latest dharma talk, fittingly titled “Embodied Presence.” i treasure her guidance and wisdom. have a listen here.

photo: first sunrise of 2012.

On December 2nd, I participated in the first annual evening of “The Enlightened Heart: A Tribal Trust Artisan Collective.” This was an event organized among several artists to both have an opportunity to support the incredible efforts of the Tribal Trust Foundation and to share our creative endeavors. The Tribal Trust Foundation is a non-profit dedicated to preserving the living arts and culture of indigenous people around the world. I have had the pleasure of cultivating a friendship with Tribal Trust founder Barbara Savage over the past year and am so grateful and inspired by her presence in my life and on this earth. She has traveled extensively throughout Africa and Asia, and other parts of the world, following her own personal and spiritual calling to connect with and help indigenous people. She is a shining example of the force for good that happens when we follow the voices and messages deep within us.

The Enlightened Heart event was a lovely evening and I was honored to share in it. For my offering, I set up a mini-studio and invited people to hold, or wear, different tribal artifacts that Barbara has been gifted on her journeys. I believe that sacred items contain the energy of the hands that created them, and my intention was to create a representation of our connection to all people and traditions. I chose to process and crop them in the style of old world tribal portraits. Some are cheeky, some serious. I love them all! I also created greeting cards from nostalgia inspired iPhone images, that are now on sale in my temporarily re-opened Etsy store. The very talented John Balkwill at Lumino Press did the layout.  Check them out. I think you will find them quite beautiful.

It felt so wonderful to create again, after such an introspective period in my life. Thank you to the beautiful people who allowed me to photograph them! Enjoy the sampling below.

Barbara Savage and her husband, Bob Ornstein.