You can only read about it for so long

You can only read about it for so long. Books about writing. Books about dating. Books about making something. Books about organizing. Books about dreaming. Books about loving yourself. Eventually you just have to get your hands dirty and dig in.
two terra cotta cups holding pencil crayons on a desk in front of a spider plant. One cup says "who I am today" and the other says "who I am becoming"

everything you’re becoming

Everything until now. Everything right now. All that will be. The full spectrum of your life is here for the loving, from gleam to dream and everything in between. Don’t pick and choose which parts are more deserving. Your past is not more golden. Your past has not already written the future. Ask who you Read More

Your heart feels like an open window

The thing about windows is, they can make you feel exposed or they can open the world to you. It’s not the window making us feel anything. It’s our relationship with windows. Our boundaries. Our openness to experiencing the world. Our relationship with ourselves. It’s okay to protect yourself during the hard rain of heartbreak. Read More

You are not a late bloomer – you’re right on time

What does “late bloomer” even mean? That you used to have a limiting idea about acceptable timelines for your own unique brilliance? Where did you get that idea? There are SO many places where we get that idea. Just because you can get an idea, doesn’t mean you have to keep it. You are not Read More
blue sky with a line of birds flying in a long gorgeous row.

always return to yourself

You will quiver and waver. Fly in flock and solo. You will soar and stumble. Sometimes all in one day. Loved One, remember your direction. If nothing else. Realign. Return to you. As many times as it takes. Until you feel like a tide. This is a marriage with yourself. This is how it never Read More

Be the first voice you hear

Oh give yourself this. Even five minutes. Give yourself the listening. Give yourself the floor – before anyone else takes over. I know what it’s like to roll over and open my phone, still half asleep, half in the webs of unfinished dreams. It’s such a vulnerable, lovely state. I know what it’s like to Read More

Talk to Me Like Lovers Do

One of my self love practices is to take love songs and imagine it written to me, from me. I try on the messages of desire, adoration, awe and emotion as though it is a conversation with myself, not someone else. How does it feel, to wail with passion for the person I am already, Read More

Self Marriage isn’t always easy

My wife. My beloved. It is easy to take her for granted. There is no escaping this relationship without abandoning myself. It is a marriage either chosen or neglected. When I choose it, my life changes for the better, every time. This is why I keep coming back, showing up, returning home, renewing vows. I Read More

Forgive Yourself – really.

For plans you cancelled. For the traditions you didn’t have energy for this year. For shopping where you didn’t really want to shop. For the calls you meant to return. For the guilt you feel. Forgive yourself for the boundaries you didn’t set. And the ones you didn’t reinforce. And the ones you aren’t really Read More

When you rush your healing

I woke up at 3:30am. My skull endured a dull throb. I had been calmly dreaming of awful things. Not a nightmare exactly, more like the banality of mortality sitting crisply on my face. There was nothing to tend to. No emergency to soothe. Nothing new, anyway. I was deeply exhausted yet alert. Now what? Read More