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There’s something undeniably strange about needing in-home help. Not broken-strange. Not wrong-strange. Just… unfamiliar in a way that sits quietly in your chest. It’s the kind of strange…
And I keep thinking… if I started driving tonight and showed up at your work in my big ass RV… would you come out and smile for me?…
recently found a backup of letters I wrote for someone special—every day for a year. I’ll only post a few of those publicly. The rest will live in…
I hear how tired you are of feeling separate from your own heart—the ache of watching tenderness bloom for everyone else while your own reflection stays out in…
I hear how tired you are of feeling separate from your own heart—the ache of watching tenderness bloom for everyone else while your own reflection stays out in…
Dear E, I’ve been thinking about the letter you wrote me. I couldn’t respond at the time — not because it didn’t matter, but because I was overwhelmed…
I don’t want peace that costs me my voice. I want healthy conflict. Not the kind that explodes. The kind that trembles — and stays. When I was…
I live in my head more than I admit. There’s a whole world in there — and it isn’t gentle. I’ve lived a thousand lifetimes inside my own…
Tonight I’m intentionally calling in my spirit team, guides, ancestors, higher self, and all loving forces aligned with my highest good. I ask—clearly and without hesitation—for every energetic…
I didnt have words back then I kept thinking if I could just find the right ones everything would slow down or make sence again It didnt. What…
I didnt have words back then I kept thinking if I could just find the right ones everything would slow down or make sence again It didnt. What…
I’m writing this because I finally have words I didn’t have then, and because not having them almost broke me. I don’t think either of us was cruel.…