Nancy London

dear ones….

How do we shine our light during these unprecedented times? How do we live with our hearts open when the planet is on fire? How do we find the courage to open to the suffering of the world without turning to dissociation, addiction, denial?

I don’t have the answers, but I do have stories. Stories about grief and courage and what it takes to honor our shadow as well as our light. Stories about wounds of the body and soul. Stories about loss and redemption. Stories that have broken me open and stitched me back together again. Stories that offer the healing balm of love.

Meantime, I invite you to listen to Living Gently With Grief, a podcast I recorded with Dona Bumgarner on Nurturing Habitat. And if you’d like an automatic notice when I post a new blog, please subscribe on the right side of any page

It’s hard to hold steady; we wobble, we fall. But if we fall one hundred times, we rise up one hundred and one. Love never fails.

Be well. Be kind to each other.

with much love,

Nancy

initiation

April 1, 2023March 30, 2023 by nlondon36

Spring arrived battered, her frilly skirt covered in mud from the floods, her petals, delicate as dragonfly wings, torn and shredded from high winds. But wait, I said. You’re supposed to be the symbol of new growth, green shoots pushing up through frozen ground, birds returning to build nests and sing us happy songs. Spring … Continue reading initiation

time and the river

March 1, 2023February 27, 2023 by nlondon36

Listen: this is a story about time running forwards and backwards like a river when the currents are pushed upstream away from the sea, when the fish hold to their course carried closer to where they had begun. This is a story about flying forwards in time, about two days spent in airports and in … Continue reading time and the river

sing back the light

January 1, 2023December 27, 2022 by nlondon36

She woke me with the gentle touch of a feather across my face. Get up, she whispered. It’s the dark times. We have work to do. I resisted. I was tired. You got that right, I said. These are the dark times. I need coffee. She followed me into the kitchen and that’s when I … Continue reading sing back the light

mama said there’d be days like this

December 1, 2022November 27, 2022 by nlondon36

Mama said there’d be days like this: days when you crack open one eye and the slate grey sky is pushing through the window and your demons have let themselves in the back door and are sitting at the foot of your bed thumbing through the photo album of all your regrets, pointing them out … Continue reading mama said there’d be days like this

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