Nancy London

Hello all….

I’ve launched this site as an opportunity for us to explore how to live with our hearts open, willing to shine our light during these unprecedented times. To explore the judgments that hold us back from shining, and to support each other as we dare to become who we are meant to be. 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.

My blog will share stories from my decade as a hospice social worker, stories about the courage it takes to risk our vulnerability, about how to make room in our hearts for grief, and what it means to dance with our shadow as well as our light.

I lead workshops and small writing groups using prompts…the one sentence suggestions that open the floodgates of our untapped creativity. My blogs will often start with a prompt, and if you are interested in developing or continuing your writing practice, I encourage you to use them as your own writing tool. Set your timer for ten minutes, keep your hand writing, no editing, no critic allowed. If it seems like you’re straying off the topic, keep straying. That’s your uncensored mind and feelings having their say.

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Meantime, listen to Living Gently With Grief, a podcast I did with Dona Bumgarner on Nurturing Habitat.

With all warm wishes,

—Nancy

Recent Posts

deep dark falling

  I attended my tenth yin yoga class this morning. The ninety-minute class consists of a series of long-held passive floor poses that mainly work the lower part of the body…the hips, pelvis, inner thighs, lower spine. The poses are held anywhere from 1-3 minutes, stretching connective tissue, while stimulating and removing blockages in the myofascial meridians … Continue reading deep dark falling

Listen

I have been grieving this past month. Here in Santa Fe, winter never arrived. It snowed twice and melted off the next morning. It never rained. It’s spring now, the lilacs are budding, the daffodils are in bloom. But the earth is parched, drying out, and if you listen, you can hear her grieve. Government … Continue reading Listen

The Edge of the Map

My friend Laura’s husband Ben has Parkinsons and is dying from leukemia. Laura and Ben have a good friend, a medical doctor, who accompanies them to every doctor’s appointment. During their last visit, the oncologist pulled up Ben’s chart on his computer, and then made steady eye contact with the couple. He said he didn’t … Continue reading The Edge of the Map

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