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CRYSTALLINE CLARIFICATION HERE: this piece is not about whitewashing trauma. It is also not about justifying it either, even if there is a bit of “silver lining” present…
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CRYSTALLINE CLARIFICATION HERE: this piece is not about whitewashing trauma. It is also not about justifying it either, even if there is a bit of “silver lining” present…

I have 20 minutes to write this, so lucky for you, it should be short. When I was around 15 years old, my mother announced one random day,…

I love this concept. And I’ve seen the power of making statements play out for those who know the power of words and also carry good character and…

Also: needling noses, feeling for others, juxtapositions of color, spiritual practice, and shielding nature from unwanted gazes. I just heard an excellent spiritual practice is sitting outside for…

A Term of Endearment post with whiffs of ritual and how to help multi-dimensionally on difficult days. My mom is moving. Moved. The last few days consisted of…

Many moons ago I crewed for a personal development coach in Hawaii and both coasts. I used to help usher folks across beds of hot coals and jump…

When I first heard Double Fantasy at 11, I knew I’d heard something new. A collaboration with two unique voices: one from the West, one from the East.…

Creative work is alchemy. It is an honest process, that sometimes culminates something that can touch the honest places in other people too. Art, music, poetry, and stories…

On the art & science of mapping, and our physical positioning in relationship to the places we depict. Maps may have come about, in part, to verify that…

Doing things and making things makes me feel alive. So to practice feeling alive, I need to be in motion, or at least making something for the sake…

Disclaimer: in order to do this, you don’t actually have to be a lady. I am case in point. I’m also not recommending you believe in curses per…

One of my teachers said the title of this post with great authority, and it gave me pause. How could life be a feeling, I wondered, isn’t life…