Carrie Lee Ferguson

This article first appeared on Go Girl, a magazine with a fresh new take on the global perspective. It came at the end of my first day at the Social Good...

A few weeks ago, I’m reading these <140 characters on Twitter: If you loved Rio+Social, check out the Social Good Summit.  Within seconds, I’m ransacking the website, reading it backwards and...

I do not know how to write a poem. The words they wait, faithful Like the trees and the tide The sun. If only I had the faith of the sycamore...

It had been only a week since submitting this article on the need to slow down during the holidays, and yet there I was- stressed and in tears over casseroles and...

I had a professor in grad school who didn’t believe in God because of the Holocaust.  He was willing to listen to another’s reasoning for a God, but he just couldn’t...

How is it that I’ve filled an entire notebook in less than a month but can’t figure out what to blog about?  My writing has been cracked open in a way. ...

The candle is burning.  The cream and sugar with a touch of coffee is warm.  The iphone plays relaxing music.  The books, journals and pens are all at arms reach.  Serenity’s...

Today, for the first time ever, I sat with a group of women.  Actually just sat. Silently.  For 30 minutes. And while my mind was certainly not void of thought, there...

I woke up from a dream the other night (or perhaps I was still dreaming) and I heard these words: “Stillness Speaks.” Knowing the importance of inner space, I try to...

Mother and baby, attached at the root. Look how tall you will grow baby! See me?  See what you can be? I see you. And I can be more like you...