Author Archives: Cynthia M Clingan

I made the mistake of looking at my email last night, when Sunday is already quite a pressured experience anyway, preparing for the week. Glancing through, I found that I’d been fired by a client. The pain of it inhabited … Continue reading →

I’ve been away. I’m sorry it’s been so long. I’ve been thinking about you, though, be assured. This will be short. Perfection abandoned in favor of breaking new ground to feel the initiation of something a long time coming. Hope … Continue reading →

Thinking today about what more I can do to to be a redemptive force in the world, and reduce my ecological impact, it occurred to me that while I can and could do many more things, the balance sheet at … Continue reading →

My first post since the extraordinary time that is Covid first hit awareness here for most of us. I am still not ready to write, but I also feel the need to begin, so hopefully I can continue writing beyond … Continue reading →

I’m tired today, but not particularly sleepy, even though I’m not sure whether I slept at all.  I really HATE not sleeping well. I know full well that potatoes (I think it’s the lectins in them) mess with me, and … Continue reading →

It’s a pretty different day that the one last year. I feel grateful, hopeful, at ease. I share the experience of my journey hoping that others might find something helpful for their own journeys. I am struck by the way … Continue reading →

Dear readers, many many changes continue to arrive for me in this transformation process. I don’t know how many times I will need to experience the expansions that follow every contracted dark period to truly trust it always goes that … Continue reading →

I wrote this a week ago and couldn’t finish: “Here it is again. Or rather, here’s another one. It’s not the same as before. It’s another place that feels stuck, that has an intensity of wanting to pop or move … Continue reading →

The past two or three weeks…hellish fear alternating with ordinary existence. Up and down, okay and then very not okay, but still okay, somehow. Waking up fully, recently to the apparently dire circumstances of the earth and few interested in … Continue reading →

It’s 9:40. He’s turned down the travel options I offer several times. I linger only a moment in disappointment. It’s hot and humid though the sun is long down since it was 91 degrees, and I’m hoping they’re still there. … Continue reading →