Author: Muffet Feddo

Young Hearts

Young Hearts

Standing at the kitchen sink, I hear no sounds throughout the house — no children talking, no dog barking, no TV or loud music playing — nothing but the running water of the faucet. I pause and turn it off, listening. Nothing. Something seems off; 

Choices

Choices

Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence. Henry David Thoreau Have you ever had the unexpected gift of a free hour, or maybe even a whole afternoon, only to waste it away because you couldn’t decide 

Alive

Alive

The most fascinating part of the bus ride to Quito was how alive I felt. As we drove over dirt roads in the cramped bus, we were surrounded on both sides by banana plantations. Though it was dark, I could still make out large, tropical 

Fearless Exploration

Fearless Exploration

Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage. Anaïs Nin A couple of weeks ago my son decided that he wanted to play the saxophone. He had mentioned it off and on for a little while, but now he was actually committing to it. 

Just Pick Up the Phone

Just Pick Up the Phone

Today, while writing out my schedule on my weekly calendar, I added “Call the appliance man” to Monday’s block – an innocuous enough task. I mean, how hard is it to pick up the phone, dial ten numbers, and schedule an appointment to have your 

Living in Lightness

Living in Lightness

darling, you feel heavy because you are too full of truth. open your mouth more. let the truth exist somewhere other than inside your body. Della Hicks-Wilson The idea of speaking our truth fascinates me. While it would seem like such an easy task, for 

Perseverance

Perseverance

Inside of a ring or out, ain’t nothing wrong with going down. It’s staying down that’s wrong. — Muhammad Ali My husband bakes bread, though, technically speaking, he is not a baker. In fact he is the furthest thing from a baker; he is an 

Play

Play

It is a happy talent to know how to play. — Ralph Waldo Emerson I have always loved playing with words. Rhyme, rhythm, sound, and sentence structure have always captivated me. I vividly remember sitting on one of our yellow, vinyl-cushioned kitchen chairs, writing poetry 

Keep Showing Up (Third and Final Post in the Series)

Keep Showing Up (Third and Final Post in the Series)

I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart. Vincent Van Gogh I wonder how your journey is going. Are you enjoying the process of exploring something new or perhaps returning to something that had faded from your life? Have 

An Interlude in the Series

An Interlude in the Series

“You are the bass. It’s the quietest instrument in the jazz quartet. The solo gets all the glory, but the bass holds down the root.” “But everybody remembers the trumpet.” “Yeah, but people who really listen, they hear the bass.” — William to Beth in 

Create (Second Post in a Series)

Create (Second Post in a Series)

Creativity is the way I share my soul with the world. Brené Brown Welcome back. How did your assignment go? Did you discover what excites you and what you would like to explore? Maybe several ideas spoke to you. When I began this process, writing 

The Spark (First Post in a Series)

The Spark (First Post in a Series)

We did it; we began. (I’m not going to lie — I almost fainted when I pushed the “post” button for my first, official post, but I didn’t. Success!) One of the reasons I created “Morning Passage” was to share some of the experiences that