Getting shit done
Getting Shit Out Clearing out the old to make space for what’s real Last night I had a dream.I woke up with the ache still alive in my body — not just a vague impression, but a deep, physical activation. Half my…
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I had no idea
I had no idea. Yesterday, I wandered through New Year’s Eve with a bottle of champagne in my hand, music in the air, my children lighting fireworks around me. I laughed. I danced. I felt the joy of what 2025…
Happy New Year
Walking Forward There’s a part of me that was wired for depth.When something hurts, I go in.When something aches, I stay with it.When something repeats, I look for the loop.It’s beautiful, really. This instinct to understand.This reverence for the root.…
When digging becomes a loop
I was born in this house.I left it once.Or so I thought. I moved to another house,I built a life,but I’m back now —not just physically.Energetically. And I see it now.I never really left.Not on the inside. I’ve lived an…
a barefoot december kitchen
It wasn’t a grand moment.It was butter.Melting.A gentle hiss rising as it kissed the hot pan.The batter followed like a quiet exhale — slow, certain, unapologetically thick. I stood barefoot in my December kitchen,no socks, no rush, no need.Just skin…
The loop that always promised later
There he stood, again. Arms crossed, volcano rumbling under his chest, the “No!” written all over his body. My son. But not just my son—my mirror. He was stuck in a loop. I saw it. Felt it. Knew it. But…
The Orange Albums and the Girl Who Knewed
Dear traveler, There are moments when you don’t realize you’re meeting an old friend — not until you’re halfway through the conversation, and your whole body remembers. That happened to me this week. Her name was never said out loud,…
The egg that became a signpost
The Missing Egg This actually happened. There we were, my son and I, ready to bake a chocolate cake. But there was one egg too little. I explained. He resisted. He stepped into his loop: “You need to get the egg.…
a Nice Day at the Market
I’ve come to understand that the body is a living miracle, a perfectly designed gift made for me and by me. Its intricate ways of communicating are nothing short of extraordinary, yet for most of my life, I ignored them.…
Trusting the flow
The Struggle with Overthinking It was one of those days where everything seemed to pile up. The day before, I had made great progress on my website, and I was excited to keep the momentum going. But life had other…