There is an ancient story about Honi, known as the Circle Maker. One day, he saw a man planting a carob tree and asked him how long it would take to bear fruit. The man replied that it would take seventy years. Honi asked, “Are you certain you will live seventy years to eat from … Continue reading [Ritual] Tree of Purpose
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[True Story] Trust that it’s enough.
Last night I curled up in my bed and cried into my pillows until I was too tired to think. Life felt hard, overwhelming, my day was a carnival ride of first-timer mistakes and unknowns. I spent hours riding highs and lows. Wheel-spinning, head-banging, minutes fumbling my way through new assignments. Researching, writing, pacing, long-staring … Continue reading [True Story] Trust that it’s enough.
[Journaling] Time. Energy. Clarity. Peace.
Have you made an Energy Audit list lately? If you’re feeling depleted, disconnected, or resentful — then an Energy Audit list can help. You’ll discover what is leaching your energy, what patterns or obligations are no longer serving you. You’ll also clarify what types of activities, interactions, and habits support your finite energy and nurture … Continue reading [Journaling] Time. Energy. Clarity. Peace.
Ways to say stuff when words fail
I love words. And yet sometimes I fail with them. Sometimes I struggle for the language to express my feelings or needs. Other times I'm sure I’ve got the words right but the person I’m trying to communicate with is unable to hear them. Their mind is reeling or their emotions are raging and there … Continue reading Ways to say stuff when words fail
may it be here
May it be here, In this life that screams “Mom, Mom, Mom!” In the rushing breeze And noisy trees. May it be here, In my sweat, In my running shoes, In the storm that could soak us. May it be here, Between bursts of rationality, Probing themes of time and energy. May it be here, … Continue reading may it be here
dad’s poem
These tendencies surface boldly from within, some from the day I started breathing, some from the times I lost my wind.. I pull them close and feel their urges and your shadow dances on the edges I still climb to high places my breath tugging at my throat so I can dangle my feet from … Continue reading dad’s poem
Kenzie’s Desk 