A few months after my dad had passed, I had a dream. A young woman, mid-20’s, walked towards me. At first, I could only see the top of her head. As she came up the hill side I stood on top of, I saw two braids fall down her shoulders. Mountains unfolded in the distance behind her and when she reached me, she unfurled her fingers to reveal something precious. Her smile was equal parts joyful and cheeky, peaceful and electric. I peered into her hand and saw a small white birds egg. We looked down on her little treasure together and then looked into one another’s eyes. Her smile…
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You Are The Secret Sauce
It's no secret that we've all gone through some stuff, are going through some stuff right now, or will deal with some stuff in the future! Stuff is a natural part of life. But it can be a real challenge to find a way to process that stuff in a way that feels healing, safe, cathartic, and grounding. This is what I've sought my entire life: a ritual or practice to process life's big and small stuff in a way that felt like me.
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On Holding Onto Hope & Being Foolish
Sometimes the hurt in the world can feel all consuming, engulfing joy, optimism and laughter. But even the most challenging of times are no match for hope because at its core, hope is an unshakeable faith in goodness. Some might say it’s foolish to hold onto hope, a human flaw even. But I’d argue that hope is one of the most redeeming quality’s of humanity.
