Through this process, the shadows will rise, and they do so for us to heal them. So the beliefs that remain, are only ours to claim truth. Then we claim our truth, and we stand in our power, because now is the time. But how do we do this? How do we do this, in this time, when the solution seems too grand to grasp, and the problems seem too vast and deep to to heal.
How do we do this? We dare to love. Read More
I go to the ocean. I always go to the salt water to center. The sea is a siren offering me peace for a piece of my soul, and that is a price I will always pay… Read More
There was a series of months in which I liked to ask people what their vision of paradise was. In Austria, I met a woman named Bea Von Schrader. She is an artist, and a mother, and a mentor—she wears many hats without wearing any hats. I asked her my question and she told me, “I think my idea of paradise changes everyday.” Read More
It is something when the summer lulls... First, the sun sets earlier. It is tired from burning through countless long, hot days. Then, the stars shine through wisps of clouds, and you realize the night air is slightly cooler than yesterday. Next, you gaze at the waxing gibbous moon. It shines light on the dry, gold dirt, and you see it is not yet time for new growth. We are between planting seasons, and like the crops that sustain us, we too are waiting for the right time to start anew. Read More