My first women’s circle was hugely transformational. Not only did I face so many of my own insecurities about being seen and heard…

Rosh Hashana invites us into a time of inner and communal reflection and purification. As the earth begins to shed her excess layers, we too begin to shed the gunk we’ve layered on as protection. 

Trigger warning: This post may feel heavy and may be triggering for you, but it is an honest and vulnerable expression of my soul that I feel called to share. Writing is a way for me to process and move with the heaviness of the world.

But there was something different here, in her space, out of my element. There was no guilt here. Ah, a sense of ease as we relaxed into the wildly dramatic TV show we had chosen. 

With or without the wild worldly travels or the sweat serving jobs, with or without the medicine ceremonies and the pledges to be healthy, I will always be met with my fate. It is unescapable.

Let me linger just a moment longer, my soul beckons. Let me sit here and savor the moments of now, so that I may be fully here...

musings on inspiration and what I do when I'm not feeling it.