by Lisa McCrohan | Dec 1, 2017 | Mindfulness in Everyday Life, Soulful Poetry
Beauty in the Ordinary I had been out with my son going around the neighborhood selling popcorn for Scouting. We had to head back inside to get ready for soccer. It was a full day. But as I walked through our front yard, I stopped when I saw this sunset. My God, may I...
by Lisa McCrohan | Oct 30, 2017 | Parenting with Compassion, Soulful Poetry
My Calling as Your Mother Dear Daughter, My calling as your mother is to lead you in the art of seeing yourself as a Beloved, to show you how to regard your body as a Temple, to hold space for you to find your voice, and to be a nourishing light on your path of...
by Lisa McCrohan | Dec 16, 2016 | Cultivating Compassion, Living Your Spirituality in Everyday Life, Soulful Poetry
Yes to the Mess Yes to the mess of ribbon and wrapping paper on the floor. Yes to the perfect gift you picked out and no one thanked you. Yes to the laughter and joy. Yes to the quiet ache of loneliness still lingering within you. Yes to the “best china” and the plate...
by Lisa McCrohan | Nov 1, 2016 | Soulful Poetry
Wide Open Let your heart break. Let it break wide open. You have lost all interest in trying to keep all the pieces together anymore. Your soul wants out. Your soul wants freedom. You have been longing to stop pushing down the lump in your throat. Let your truth be...
by Lisa McCrohan | Sep 3, 2016 | Following what delights your heart, Living Your Spirituality in Everyday Life, Soulful Poetry
There is a holy wildness growing louder within each of us. I hear it in my clients. I hear it pushing against my own ribs. The beginning of September can still be hot here in the D.C. area and, at this point, many of us are tired of it and ready for the cooler...
by Lisa McCrohan | Jun 18, 2016 | Following what delights your heart, Happiness, Delight, Joy, Awe, Honoring the Seasons, Soulful Poetry
Completely Free I am barefoot now, feeling the grass between my toes, the warm sun against my shoulders. I watch my daughter snap on her helmet with little hands that seem much older than a week ago and get onto her scooter. My son zips by me on his big-boy bike....