Today I am sitting in a lot of emotion. Maybe it is because my period is coming, or maybe it is just where I am in this cycle of perimenopause, where the days before I bleed feel like unpredictable rocky terrain. My emotional body feels like it is shedding skin. The snake metaphor keeps coming through. I can feel the layers of old identities and versions of me that are no longer aligned still clinging to my soul, even as I try to release them. Part of this comes from asking m

Last night I went to see some punk rock bands play, and one of the bands was my old friend’s band from high school. It was beautiful to witness. I have had this thought a few times recently, but last night it really landed. There is something so raw about punk rock. The music, the people, the energy of bodies coming together. The ritual of watching artists pour their craft into a room. Punk rock has always embodied this feeling of dissonance and anger and rage and frustration

It started on Friday, that familiar scratchy throat and the mental debate that always follows: Am I sick? Am I just tired? Maybe it’s allergies? By Friday night, I admitted defeat and went to bed early. Saturday morning arrived with that same tug-of-war in my head, but deeper down, I knew the truth. I was sick. Some virus had found its way in, and my body was waving the white flag. Being sick as a single mom is its own kind of marathon. There’s no backup team to tag in. The l

There are moments on the healing path when we feel stretched between worlds, between the grounded everyday hum of life and the vast luminous mystery that moves through it all. In these moments, meditation becomes more than a practice; it becomes a pathway , a way to root deeply into the Earth while reaching for the stars. The Elemental Ascension & Return meditation came to me as a living transmission , part energy clearing, part remembrance, part prayer. It weaves through th