Cheryl’s Blog

It was a gray day crowned by a milky white sky that gave way to shafts of muted sunlight now and then. We were walking in the woods, the three of us, chatting about the latest documentaries we’d seen,…
I shuffled into the bathroom and looked at my sleepy self in the mirror. I immediately thought of Louise Hay and her commitment to the practice of “mirror work” – saying “I love you. I really,…
Pale was the tone of the day and the color of my mood when I woke this morning from a fitful night’s sleep. I wasn’t upset, depressed, or feeling anxious. I just felt meh. As I went about the morning…
The snow started falling just after midnight as I slipped into bed and listened to the gusty northeast wind move the walls and windows. By morning, the towering ash tree in our backyard had been transformed…
Sometimes the voice of the inner bully is deafening. It screams so loud that I can’t hear myself think, let alone receive the creative inspiration I need when I’m writing. On those days, I take my…
It had been a quiet, lovely morning, the kind of start to the day where everything came together with ease. I woke early, worked out, and then went to sit in my cold tub for a few minutes. As I slipped…