In 2016, we bought our first home, a beautiful place with a flowing creek and towering willows. I loved it so much at first. It also happened to be right on a 50MPH road and had once been a heroin house that had undergone a complete remodel. The nearby town
I leased a warehouse when my business grew. Partway through the first year, the neighboring tenant caused a sewer backup that left water puddling on my side of the building. The second time this happened, my landlord texted me, “Let’s talk about this next week.” I went shopping. Right
The toddler story was inspired by my reflection on another such time my own autonomy was overridden, and how pure hatred was crystallized that day. Let it be an inspiration, a warning, or a seeing, because sovereignty is trampled on in many shapes. I’ve talked about a lot of
He flew into my home 2-3 days ago. I rescue them whenever I can. Door open, cupped hands, freedom. But my ceilings are too high and he insisted on staying near the top. My son put his partner on his shoulders to try to reach, but he flew back
I’m going through a health phase right now. Since February of this year, my body is loud with its opinions. It’s been so dramatic that we’ve internally termed it my “toddler phase,” creating many family jokes from the outputs. Food is especially difficult. In addition to forced
In many traditions there is precedent for a serious injury, illness or other disability that waylays a seeker and in that time they are transformed. * Saint Teresa was paralyzed for three years and produced The Interior Castle. * Frida Kahlo suffered bed-bound misery after an accident as a teenager. She
I was 35 when I had my last child, “my fourth and final installment,” as I like to call him. I was physically active, fit and healthy right up to the end of pregnancy. I prided myself on my strength - at 40 weeks pregnant I could lift an 80# bale
I have visions and dreams fairly frequently. Some of them are more memorable, and the method by which they arrive can sometimes be meaningful. Here, I am describing the process and then a vision imprinted on Feb 20, 2026. Readers may be interested in noting the timing is the morning
December 2020. I woke sobbing and utterly bereft from a dream that still haunts me as I write this more than five years later. The dream was of a tallish man with long blond-brown hair, sitting at a pub style table on a barstool. The joy in his face
I am continuing the journey with you, the journey that began over a decade ago and appears to be moving in earnest now. Toward what, I still cannot say for sure but I have an idea and time is not abundant. This happened around 2018-2019. I have always felt
A brief but formative part of my life was spent with The Man in a small town in California, a town that’s been on my mind a lot lately as I worked through some healing and processed a past I thought long behind me. Lately, it came back around
I have frequent dreams, some about things to come, some integrating things that came before. I don't generally try to interpret them, trusting that the truth unfolds as it will. This one seems a bit different, as if it is a warning, and not just for me. As