Today is May 1st. May Day. Maybe this is the day for you when anything is possible. Make your wish. See what happens.

It’s a thrill to write a blog post and to get a comment back, even a negative one. There are so many ways of feeling heard.

When you think of what it’s like for a baby to be born you may realize that was the worst day of your life.

Mel was part of the Soul Journaling class with Catharine Clarke I wrote about in today’s earlier blog post. Here’s Mel’s response to the work we did.

As a planet, we are standing on a threshold between the lives we had and the lives we will have.

This whole love affair started the afternoon I was out in the yard weeding and heard a banging from the front of my house. I thought maybe Paul Bunyan had crossed the vineyard and wanted to bust in to steal the refrigerator.

Being told you are special is like someone carrying you around by the throat with their hands. Yes, you are not alone, but the price is high.

If you like David Sedaris, I think you will love Jen’s writing. If you don’t like him, still give Jen’s writing a shot because, after all, she is herself and that is one flipping amazing person and writer.

What if, when babies are born and taken from their mothers, a plug is pulled, and the baby loses a vital connection with source? What if the baby becomes a hungry ghost because all it knows is want, not have? What if, as a child, as an adult, this human surrounds itself with either too little or too much because just right is not a feeling he or she knows?

Her attempts to keep busy were mostly an effort to fill her life so that she had not time to feel disconsolate. But the nagging sadness was persistent, and it would envelop her when she least expected it.

“Who am I?” is the plaintive cry I used to put out into the world at least every other week.

I feel I have risked something when I write it.