It was just past 10 p.m. when the message came in.Not through words — through the body.A heaviness in the back. A voice in the shoulders.The soft ache of fatigue. I was still shaping words for the site, casting meaning…
Communication with the Tracks The tracks we move on…The sceneries of our life.they’re not random.They’re laid down in real timeby something like the little elves of the field —those invisible workers who read not your thoughts,but your stance. They don’t…
There was a time I didn’t notice.I would just wake up a little off…or say something that didn’t really sound like me.Sometimes I would feel like a mother who had lost all softness.Or a girl who was suddenly very small,…
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…
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…
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.…
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…
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…
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…
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,…