There is something about this time of year that always tugs at my soul.
When I left Alaska back in 2016 I knew that mid-August into September would always make my heart ache for my first home.
There’s something that’s a mix of magic and poignancy about the way the tundra begins to turn cranberry and the leaves go from verdant green to an olive that foreshadows the yellow to gold to bronze soon to come…
Read MoreEach day is yours to take and make.
I know it doesn’t always feel this way. I know it’s hard sometimes. I know the struggle is real. I struggle too.
And yet I also know there is so much beauty when we take the time to find our rose colored glasses and notice all the places our world is painted in color.
There is good happening when we cultivate good by finding the joy that exists.
Read MoreMy brother would have been 44 yesterday.
It’s the fourth June 13th, ‘Brent would have been _ today,’ that has passed without him here. Since we lost him at 39, I’ve often written about how he’ll remain forever 39 in my mind and how strange it is to carry on aging without him passing through the number first.
40. 41. 42. Soon 43. These are all numbers I’ve experienced without him, and I don’t really know what to make of that. It just is.
Read MoreI woke up this morning with a quiet heart, who grew heavy when I saw the headlines and reports of more rioting and violence in the United states of America.
The household was quiet—for once I managed to sneak out of the bedroom without waking the cat or the dog (both who can be quite high needs first thing in the morning), made myself a cup of coffee, and sat down on my meditation pillows as I contemplated life and watched night’s ink sky begin to streak with dawn’s silver and gray.
I lit candle. Burned a little juniper. Put my hand on my heart, opened myself to spirit…
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