Dear brilliant soul, Let’s stay focused on the light. Goodness knows this is a challenging time. When every day feels disrupted it can feel like we are constantly pivoting. The light is your beacon, what orients you and guides you forward. Kindness and generosity shine a beautiful light. The sparkle Read more…
This will be a significant week for all of us. In the words of my daughter, “The great day of ugh” is Tuesday. In addition to making your voting plan, I hope that you are also putting together your self-care plan. All of us are going to have to bear Read more…
A threshold that connects the past and future Ancestor altars have long captures my imagination. At first it was just a gut resonance. Something about the beauty and aliveness of the candles and array of photos pulled me in. I have always felt that the lives of my ancestors were Read more…
The mood surrounding the coming election is reminding me how it felt to anticipate major surgery. It was this time of year, eleven years ago that, team of top surgeons from the Mayo Clinic would be removing a tumor that surrounded nerves and arteries at the base of my neck. Read more…
My big hearted friend, Have you ever sung your heart out? My daughter has a new spring in her step as she enters middle school – even with distance learning. She bustles around her room singing along to her Taylor Swift playlist. There are lots of dramatic gestures and emotion. Read more…
Recently I had the good fortune to spend a week near the Boundary Waters with my family. We could see the Milky Way at night and I saw shooting stars for the first time in years. Every morning we began our day with a quick plunge into the lake – Read more…
Hello dear one, I’ve been burning a lot of sage this year. I know that sounds rather cliché. But I want to share with you how I’ve been working with the sage in my garden to connect with my European ancestral roots and care for my health. Following the recommendation Read more…
Dear heart, “You were made for these times.” I love this quote from Clarissa Pinkola Estes. It’s something that I have to keep reminding myself because these are incredible times to be alive. We appear to be in a state of potent (we hope creative) unraveling. I am reminded of Read more…
I love this picture of me from one of my first dance recitals. My first two years of dance, ages 4-5, were at the Temple of the Wings in Berkeley California. We performed in the school’s courtyard surrounded by tall Greek pillars. I can hardly believe that building is real. Read more…
A few winters ago I was attending a water ceremony by the Mississippi River. It was a very cold morning, I was tired and fuzzy headed, and I still felt new and awkward with the group. When Sharon Day, the Ojibwe elder who leads the ceremony, handed me the sage Read more…