by Lisa McCrohan | Nov 20, 2022 | Delightful Podcast, Mindful Motherhood, Soulful Poetry, Your Light is Rising
One Day She Realized One day she realized that the person she needed to tend to the most was her own self. Even as a mom, a lover, a healer, a friend, she understood that where she needed to put her attention – every single day – was on her own self-care. So she...
by Lisa McCrohan | Jul 12, 2022 | Mindfulness in Everyday Life, Soulful Poetry
When the Clouds Roll In When the clouds roll in and it is hard to see remember that there is indeed a sun there above the clouds ready to warm you, there is indeed an earth there beneath you ready to ground you. And just because you can’t see clearly in this...
by Lisa McCrohan | Jan 25, 2022 | Living Your Spirituality in Everyday Life, Soulful Poetry
Saturated With The Holy Do not let your senses be saturated with so much time on your devices — with the artificial pings and dings that disconnect you from the experience of being embodied and alive. Saturate yourself with rest. Bathe yourself in full body...
by Lisa McCrohan | Jan 8, 2022 | Gems of Delight, Honoring the Seasons, Soulful Poetry
I wake up early. The sun promises to rise, but it is still dark. The wind is howling. My dog, Sherlock, notices that I am awake. He waits to see if I’ll venture out of my comfy bed and go downstairs. He stays cuddled up in a large ball in his bed with one eye...
by Lisa McCrohan | Oct 31, 2021 | Soulful Poetry, Your Light is Rising
This poem, story, reflection, and blessing is from the conclusion of my book, Your Light is Rising. I’d love to share it here with you… Resting in Her In meditation this evening, I laid down on the floor and I cradled my head in my hands – cupping my head...
by Lisa McCrohan | Aug 10, 2021 | grief, Happiness, Delight, Joy, Awe, Living Your Spirituality in Everyday Life, Soulful Poetry
The Hand of the Beloved My Darling, how is it that you search for Me like a poor beggar on hands and knees frantically scrounging the dirt floor for food? My Dear Heart, if you wish, I can continue to beg and scrounge alongside you, and we can keep bruising our hands...