(This post was orginally published on Leah's blog in January. She graciously allowed us to repost it here) This is a post I've been wanting to write for awhile. I realized about 3 weeks ago while working on Sinkhole just how much some rippling issues were...
Enough to Change the World Sometimes, “I am enough” comes with a quiet surrender to all we can’t do. It’s the recognition of “I am enough, even though I can’t end world hunger.” “I am enough, even without leading a movement of thousands.” “I am enough,...
Let me start by asking, how many of you have struggled with the thought that you are not where you always thought you would be, by now? Having this opportunity to write my thoughts on being enough could not have come at a better time for...
Since I was 6 years old, I had one dream: to be on Broadway. It was my air, my food, my water, my drug, my life, my passion, and my identity. I chased it and chased it hard, spending time and money and love for...
“Heart Mandala” (2011), by Tracy Hart. Collage on paper. I never feel ready for important things: meeting a writing deadline, teaching a workshop, any kind of ending or beginning that needs acknowledgement. A sense of readiness usually arrives a few moments after I am forced to...
Sometimes being enough means simply standing still. At the beginning of 2009, I took my first writing class. As a beginning writer – and beginning writing student - I had the usual first day nerves, worried my fellow classmates would all be better than me and...
How to Paint a DonkeyBy Naomi Shihab Nye She said the head was too large,the hooves too small.I could clean my paintbrushbut I couldn’t get rid of that voice.While they watched,I crumpled him,let his blue body stain my hand,I cried when he hit the can.She smiled....
Aloha! Did you know that those little elations that dwell deep down in the depths of your heart (those dreams and aches that we so often ignore)… did you know that they exist for a reason? It is not always apparent. They often seem trivial,...
I have been thinking about these three words ever since I first read about this amazing project. I am enough. I have debated internally whether I believe them, if I can own them on a more frequent basis and I have tried to use them...
For a long time, I felt deeply inadequate as a person. I was missing something important. As a grown adult, I was incapable of tying my shoes, or riding a bike, or jumping rope. What twenty-nine year-old can't tie her own shoes? See, I had...