Today I began a writer’s account for sharing more words, reflections, inspirations and musings @aimeehansenpoetic ⁣ ⁣ This is an...

When it’s winter in my heart And my lungs have lost their leaves And my thoughts have turned to ice The cold clinging to their eaves ...

“To laugh is to risk appearing a fool. To weep is to risk appearing sentimental. To reach out to another is to risk involvement. To...

Some say, “Once I love myself, I can let in love. But first I need to love myself... First. Once I’m there Once I’ve finished ...

Yes, tears are sacred expression. It's amazing to me that women come to a circle that is premised on allowing vulnerability...and STILL...

“Head thrown back in ecstasy, confetti raining from the sky. That it is possible feels euphoric. Am I already here though? Do my...

I'm not saying your beauty is obvious. I'm not sure if it's a cocoon or a chrysalis you are wrapped in. Or if what I call it makes any...

Dear loves, This week I came out of my 16th women's retreat circle across 44 months. Our final circle had no starting point and no end,...

When I tell women that I planned and canceled five retreats before the first Journey Into Sacred Expression Women's Retreat finally...

"One thing's for sure. Nothing is getting less interesting." Those were my words to my yoga teacher and friend Heather in March over a...

The other day I was talking to a woman who mentioned that moment in life when a woman takes a leap. You know, that leap - and for some...

(Guest post from Heather Rideout, yoga teacher, about her first traditional sauna experience at Villa Sumaya) It’s Saturday morning at...

"Never mourn the mango while you're still eating it." Once when speaking about how much I would miss someone who I was still near to, my...

The Storyteller Within Women's Writing Retreat were named among "The Three Best Writing Retreats Around the World" by writersboon.com ...

I gathered with an incredible group of women during this recent last full moon. We shared a span of ages forty years wide, a multitude of...

I've met many a fool, said the moon, who loved me full. It's another thing to love my mystery. I'm as present in my waxes and wanes as...

Tonight I sat with sisters circled 'round a boiling pot beneath a moon so nearly full tub water far too hot the elements have been...

I remember it happened once years ago in the most mundane way - what do they call it? that thing, when you remember about love? no,...

This is an invitation to a writing reflection during this turn of the year, an invitation to honor the woman you are. I wrote an...

Often, between the here and there of places, intriguing things happen. On my way home to my family for the holidays, I had a two-day...