3. knowing who you are: back to the wild woman

The summertime does this to me. It gets me thinking about multi-colored seed beads and the healing powers of crystals and wide-brim hats that shade from the sun and high-waist ’90s-era cut-off jeans. It gets me thinking about what these things represent in me, and whether they hold true when I trade in those shorts…

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on mothering:

I’m not a mom. Not yet, at least. I’ve got a pasture full of 13 babies that have brought me to tears with their first breaths, but none of them are truly mine. In fact, I can barely get my hands on them, but I love them just the same. Because that’s what being a…

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moving towards simplicity – my story

NOTE: I originally wrote this post on January 30, 2020. The first month of this new year brought its fair share of challenges – ones that forced me to reevaluate my intentions for the year and what I truly needed to sustain my own humanity. In light of the worldwide change being brought on by…

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cutting out what holds you back

There’s a large green hedge that sits at the corner of our office entrance. Over the winter months, it grows a little unruly: some branches sticking out further than others; its tiny, prickly leaves poking any stray arm that crosses its path. On a clear day, you’d pay no mind. But on a rainy day,…

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