by Lisa McCrohan | Jan 22, 2016 | Nourishing Our Connections, Soulful Poetry
Love Starts Here Love starts here – gently placing your own hand on your heart, feeling this breath as it arises – full or shallow – and loving what is, however it is, within you. And then, slowly, from such radical acceptance love begins to flow again within...
by Lisa McCrohan | Nov 10, 2015 | Serving, Healing and Transforming Our World, Soulful Poetry
It was an ordinary Monday. But the stories I heard – in one day – were anything but ordinary. A husband has stage 4 cancer. A wife lost her job. A woman is saying “enough” to abuse. A teenager is cutting. Parents lost their baby. A divorce...
by Lisa McCrohan | Aug 30, 2015 | Mindful Motherhood, Soulful Poetry
The other day, my youngest child started kindergarten. I woke up that morning feeling anxious. I asked myself, “Did I love enough?” Searching for affirmation that I had done an ok job over the last nine years of parenting my two children, I noticed that I was...
by Lisa McCrohan | Jun 18, 2015 | Nourishing Our Connections, Parenting with Compassion, Soulful Poetry
My husband, Brian, is a man of presence rather than words. His presence is kind, service-filled, and quiet. I know he’d prefer to talk less and read more. I know he’d love to wake up late and go to bed late. I know he’d definitely appreciate moving slower in the...
by Lisa McCrohan | Jun 11, 2015 | Happiness, Delight, Joy, Awe, Soulful Poetry
“Mommy,” my five year old daughter quietly calls to me, “Here. I have a heart for you.” She holds a tiny heart-shaped leaf between her little fingers, sweetly twirling the stem back and forth. I wonder, “Where did this come from?” We have a tree that has bigger,...
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...