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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…

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…

On Food Culture, Balls of Beliefs, Paradox, Music, and Menopause Yesterday my daughter found a recipe for a Sushi Bake, and I was immediately skeptical. Who wants to…

I’ve been struggling for awhile forgiving a boundary breach by a loved one. And I’ve been under the delusion that I need a complete forgiveness to move forward.…

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.…

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…

I’ve been in between things for some time now. Like in my career. And it is glorious. I mean, literally glorious. Each day feels like an adventure, my…

There was a time when women undergoing spiritual transformation could take a vow of stability of place, and hole up – practically – in a cell in a…

I am experiencing menopause. And also a deep gleaning of my business ventures, clients, relationships, subscriptions, and some obligations too. And, I think these processes go together: bodily…

For the first time in ages, I sat outside and watched the trees. First, I saw trees. Then my eyes opened, and I saw breeze. Boughs bending toward…