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I always want to believe in the myth of arriving. That living is static. I put life into a box, assuming I know her– her answers, her predictable rhythm and how she works. I expeditiously learn the game, the rules (specifically the short cuts) only to race to the finish line and show the indifferent… Read more

I attended a women’s workshop this weekend and we were asked to write a letter to ourselves. This was the prompt: Imagine that you are 80 years old. From the wisdom of your years, consider: what would I say to myself right now? Below is my response that poured out of me. It was like… Read more

I now know Joy. I know intimately the texture and the experience of Joy. It surprised me. I wasn’t seeking it. It just overflowed from me. In me. As me. The experience only came after belonging to myself. Or maybe returning. I was a cello string that hummed. I had this deep knowing that my… Read more