Tending the home fires

Tending the home fires

I’ve been spending a lot of time tending the fire, lately.   (both literally and figuratively)   On a good day, my two-year-old will occupy himself with a puzzle or some play-dough, and I pad softly down into our dark basement, feeling the heat of the...
How to make a home

How to make a home

  I think that authenticity   alignment true-self   feels like home.   My sense, from coaching and holding circles with women who are unearthing their authenticity, is that it’s a feeling, a home base, that, as the Good Witch reminds us,...
Better than love

Better than love

  Love Yourself.   These words are emblazoned across a pyjama shirt I bought recently. I love it, and I hate it, and I would never wear it in public.  I’ve been told, insistently, all too many times by friends and by sunbeam-lit Instagram posts, to...
What to do in the space between

What to do in the space between

  Everything is up in the air.   One deep breath.   I don’t know who I am anymore.   A glass of water.   I’m lost.   Belly to the earth, feet wide, head cradled.  Heart. Beat.   “I know honeybabe.  It’s hard...
This year, from here

This year, from here

  I feel like a base jumper   after running to the edge of a cliff   (an unknown)   and leaping off   in the moments before the utter silence and freedom of freefall. My heart is still pounding from the effort not yet accustomed to the ease....