It’s a Practice

  • The Mute

    I light a candle. Insert my AirPods into my ears. Press play on my meditation playlist. I open my eyes in my mind. I’m met by hard, cold, gray rock. The sound of water dripping. The door in front of… Continue reading

  • Words of Gratitude for a Yoga Teacher

    Most mornings I step on the mat by 6 a.m. and Chelsea Jackson Roberts’ voice is the first human voice I hear welcoming in the day. I didn’t realize until this morning how profound my connection is to this woman… Continue reading

    Words of Gratitude for a Yoga Teacher
  • An Asthma Medicine Stole my Sanity

    Singulair has a black box warning from the FDA because it causes psychiatric symptoms. Yes, you read that correctly. An asthma/allergy med. It crosses the blood/brain barrier. It also affects the gut. Which makes sense because the brain and the… Continue reading

    An Asthma Medicine Stole my Sanity
  • A Million Dreams Are Keeping Me Awake

    I was talking to a friend this week on a video call. He is someone I met through work a few years ago, and when I moved to my new job I reached out to him to talk about how… Continue reading

    A Million Dreams Are Keeping Me Awake
  • Look up in the mirror like “Damn, she the one.”

    I just discovered Lizzo and truth … I think I’m a little obsessed. And, yes, I know I’m behind the curve when it comes to Lizzo. You don’t have to tell me. But bitches, I’ve been busy. I’m going to… Continue reading

    Look up in the mirror like “Damn, she the one.”
  • In Mother’s Arms

    (written Nov. 3, 2025) I live in a valley.I work in a valley.I moved from a land that is flat and next to the sea.I am now in a place where I see mountains on the horizon.Where a 10 minute… Continue reading

  • In Between

    (written Nov. 2, 2025) I meet the Great Mother on the other side of the new door. We are on the side of the mountain but now it is rocky. There is a narrow shelf with just enough room for… Continue reading

  • Tlachtga’s Hallway

    (Written Nov. 2, 2025) Standing in a dark hallway.The door I stepped through is closed.But I can see a sliver of light underneath.I kneel down on the floor, press an eyeball to that crack between floor and door.That’s everything. I… Continue reading

  • A Place of Safety

    (Written Aug. 5, 2025) At Cunningham Falls park between north beach and south beach there is a bridge. Under that bridge is a stream that comes down from the mountains. The stream runs into a lake.  The stream has a… Continue reading

  • A Rock in the Water

    (Aug. 3, 2025) I want to sit like a huge rock, a boulder in the water. I want the water to flow around me and let me just sit. Let the lichens grow. The burbling sound and the rising and… Continue reading