“The same wind that uproots trees makes the grasses shine.” #rumi
In October of last year during a massive storm, three trees came down in the paddock where we keep the horses. It was a true mess. The kind that you start on and then wait over a year to finally finish. The trees took out one of our fence lines, replacing it with a tangle of limbs. Last weekend Ben and I went out to help finally… >> learn more.
I have been spending a lot of time in conversation about, and reflecting upon, how to walk with someone through a transition, whether a birth or death. In sharing some of my musings, a friend commented on the fact that I kept referring to my grandmother’s “passing.” He said, “I can’t help but notice you keep using a euphemism, ‘passing.’ I prefer to call it what it is—death is death. I can’t philosophize on what happens afterwards. But I know… >> learn more.
Whether you stay up to watch the ball drop, or head to bed early, on January 1st we all wake up and suddenly it’s a new year. Just like that. It’s easy to let life happen to you, to carry over the energy of the previous year into this year. But a new year holds the magical energy of potential and change. So what do we do with that?
Many people try and harness that energy by setting goals or… >> learn more.
When my husband, an Englishman, and I finally got together romantically it was after eight years of friendship, and years of joking about getting married for a green card. But now we were serious—in love and unsure of when we would next see each other. I was in graduate school for social work and he was working in London, neither of us had the finances to support an international long-distance relationship. So in order to be together, we ferociously started… >> learn more.
Millions of celestial fans from Santorini to Cairo, from Dubai to Harare, in cities across the Eastern Hemisphere are in for an epic treat with the red moon and the red planet lit up against the backdrop of stars next week. On the night of July 27th, into the morning of July 28th, we will experience the longest lunar eclipse of the 21st century, lasting 1 hour and 43 minutes . Although the earth is right between the moon and… >> learn more.
It was 20 A.D., around the time when Jesus walked, and I was a town midwife, attending births and catching babies.
Then, with the snap of her fingers, the scene was gone.
And just like that, it was over—and I was back in my 2015 body, nestled in a cozy chair, in a modern-day room, staring into the eyes of the woman who had guided me through my very first past life regression .
I had come… >> learn more.
Bring your kids for a reading and meet and greet with the authors of the beautiful new children’s book “The Goose & the Guest House.” 🙌🙌
👍 Enjoyed by all ages – Not just for children!
👍 Original watercolor illustrations by Noha Elhady.
👍 Deep metaphors for acceptance and Love.
👍 Written by North Carolina–based husband and wife.
>> Location: Barnes & Noble, Birkdale Village.
(8725 Townley Rd, Huntersville, NC 28078)
>> Date & Time:… >> learn more.
My greatest teacher on shame wasn’t some great researcher or professor, or even some spiritual guru or book. No, I stumbled upon my mentor in the most unusual of places—a brothel in Johannesburg.
Who more qualified to preach on the matter than a sex worker, an ancient profession intimately familiar with rubbing up against societal shame?
I was conducting my thesis research, spending a lot of time in brothels and sex workers’ homes getting to know them, and trying… >> learn more.
In my home, I have a ratty throw pillow that I’ve filled to the brim with old stuffing, pieced together from various things my dogs have destroyed. The pillow isn’t sealed. It’s ornate face looks out into the room, hiding its backside, where stuffing peeps out through a busted zipper. Every evening, when I come home from work, my dogs have removed this pillow from its perch and crafted a new concoction out of the stuffing. Most days I find… >> learn more.
In the past couple of years I’ve abandoned the pursuit of lusting after a normal life and embraced the birthing process of my inner wild woman. I made acquaintance with the woman I want to become, and in a way always was, and delivered her into being. Having served as a labor and delivery doula for many moons, I found myself pondering the essence of doula support and how it applied to my own birth—the birth of myself.
… >> learn more.