by Lisa McCrohan | Mar 24, 2015 | Cultivating Compassion, Soulful Poetry
The Holy Mess Lisa A. McCrohan Standing in the mess at my feet of Legos, shoes, and markers on the floor; staring at the mess on the kitchen island of water bottles, pistaccio shells, and half-eaten bread crusts; holding the mess of emotions within me, the unspoken...
by Lisa McCrohan | Mar 16, 2015 | Cultivating Compassion, Mindfulness in Everyday Life
My friend, Jennifer Leach, taught me that there are miracles every day. As the cancerous tumors grew in her body, Jennifer – a mom to two little girls, a faith-filled woman, and a dear Light – showed us all that there are miracles everywhere. Every...
by Lisa McCrohan | Mar 2, 2015 | Cultivating Compassion
Today’s Gem: Which seed are you watering? Last night, even after a lovely yoga practice, I was irritated about something. I was frustrated with my husband, Brian. As hard as that is to believe because he is such a gem of a human being (!), this is how it goes...
by Lisa McCrohan | Jan 12, 2015 | Cultivating Compassion, Living Your Spirituality in Everyday Life, Soulful Poetry
Come Closer By Lisa McCrohan What if one day you let the sadness, the grief stuck under your ribs, the regret lodged in your throat, the shame still folding down the corners of those precious lips to come closer to not push them away or angrily shake your finger...
by Lisa McCrohan | Dec 13, 2014 | Cultivating Compassion, Mindful Motherhood, Parenting with Compassion
Recently, a woman wrote to me and said that she wanted to send one of my poetic wrist wraps to a young girl who has cancer. “Which one do you suggest, Lisa?” She asked. “Hmmm….tell me about her,” I wrote back. Often people come to me...
by Lisa McCrohan | Oct 20, 2014 | Cultivating Compassion, Nourishing Our Connections, Soulful Poetry
The Ache of Monday Morning by Lisa McCrohan I watch my husband and children hop into the car and drive off to school. I stand there on the front steps, barefoot in my pajamas feeling the cold cement underneath my feet, my empty hand still warm from the toast I ran out...