I write to you from the other side. I woke up the other day to a thirst for stillness, the call of solitude. I felt the pull… Read more “IX – The Hermit”
My Aunt Deanie passed away yesterday – my moms aunt. Despite multiple sclerosis and other ailments she lived a long and fruitful life. Her passing is a… Read more “On Ancestors Part One”
We are a week into this project. Checking in with the progress of participants and reflecting on my own realizations through this process.
A starting point for self-love.
Introducing a project of self-love and a little incentive from the brands I love the most.
Most Wheel of Fortune cards images depict a compass-like symbol. Compasses involve every direction on this green, impossible earth, yet this immense measurement of possibility can be captured within a simple circle that you can hold within your hand.
I was a like a small child on a safari sitting in that taxi, watching in wonder as the lights of the concrete jungle bounced off the glass of the window.
The Nine of Swords is like catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror in a solemn moment: messy hair, furrowed brow, inner turmoil painting your appearance, and behind it, a vapid replay of thoughts in your mind. So dramatic.
In the darkness, flowers curl up into their bright colors to reveal the dusty undertones of wrinkled petals. This is my shadow self: a folded flower. Not wilted, but closed, protected. And when the sun rises again, the flower stretches wide open, brightly, bravely, exposed.