Wishing for Refuge / A Refuge for Wishing

Paths I am driving across North America because a bridge told me to (more on that later) and I am walking labyrinths in each place I pass through, it is absolutely remarkable how many labyrinths hide in plain sight, you might be in Cody, Wyoming, land of big sky and...

The Grace Of

Grief is agony I keep learning and relearning this, and it is hard to say what is is most painful, the waves-on-top-of-waves of sadness, or the way I keep sailing directly into the rage storms, hurting and hurtling, giving the storm the middle finger and sailing into...

Courage Is Coming

Courage Is Coming / Courage Is Here / Courage Restored At the door to the month of Courage, I did the hardest thing I’ve ever done, and took an exit in the form of saying a goodbye This exit has been asking me to be brave enough to take it for a long time now I...

The Doors Restored

The door before the door. What is this space and what is this moment? Why are we here and why now Visiting the door is how I like to meet the month. This time with the door is a healing which arrives through words but means more than the words, I never know what will...