Category: self-expression
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My Belly is not for the Faint of Heart
My belly is not for the faint of heart If you don’t like roundness, don’t come here If you don’t like softness, lay your head elsewhere If you don’t appreciate the squish of love, move on If stretch marks intimidate you or turn you off: bye! If the belly of a woman seems gross or…
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Reclaiming Sensuality
Women are often given the message that their sensuality is too much for the world to handle. Hide it away, it is too much. Too much of a turn on. Too juicy. Too distracting. Too attention-seeking. Too dangerous–if you show that aspect of yourself you will be used, get in trouble, be attacked, etc. Women…
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Redefining Mother
I wrote this post a couple of years ago when I was coming out of the cocoon of what I now call “the Surrender years” of motherhood. That intense time of parenting young children in an attached and attuned way. Since there is a 9 year span between my oldest and my youngest (with the…
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Unfolding into the Fullness of MySelf
Gentlygentlyshe unfolds… Slowlyslowlyshe becomes… Softlysoftlyshe blossoms… Unfolding intothe fullnessof mySelf… . . . Peeling away the layers, trying to reach the center of Me like an onion, they say, or the artichoke, pulling off the pointy tough outer leaves, one by one, until:oh, lookthe tenderdelicateinner layers,tell me I amgetting closer to the heart. But also,…
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Relationship with Self
Lately I have been delving into my relationship with myself. As life keeps me focused on the relationships I have with others, I am coming to realize the importance of the relationship with myself. When I say my relationship with myself, I really mean my relationship with God, the Divine, Source, Love, which is…
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The Storm and the Ocean Mother
Come to me with all that you are, child. Show me how you feel with strength and boldness and wildness and clarity. I can hold it all, child. I can hold all of YOU. Show me what you feel and I will remain calm, huge, wide, caring. I will not be offended. I will not…
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The Tiger-Roaring Rose Dance
I want to tell you a story about my daughter, Rose. She just turned 12 years old. I remember the day she was born. I remember before she was born, the fierce tiger longing in me to be the best, most loyal, loving, dedicated mama I could be to this creature I had yet to…
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When Grey Comes to Visit
Here I am again. I haven’t written for sometime, partly because October was a slumpy month for me. My mood was slumpy. Not drastically dark, but veering towards grey. I tried various things to shake it. Chocolate, red wine, a hamburger (and considering I’ve been mostly vegan for nearly 2 years, this was a dramatic…
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This Being Alive Thing
Just start to write. Write something. Yes, another cup of caffeine might help, but can you just sit down and write? I want to say a perfect thing, a brilliant thing, a funny and/or insightful thing. Write. Just write. Okay, I am writing. I am doing it. The words are appearing as my fingers hit…
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Hello out there
It seems that I am starting a blog and the name of it is Sparkle and Zest. I am here to share the things in my life that bring me joy, the things that are naturally beautiful and eye-catching. I am also here to dig, to look carefully and with curiosity: if I pick up…
Sparkle and Zest 