The No-ing and the Knowing
This week a man I sit with, who is in his eighties, told me about standing at the door of his own house and speaking to the dark energy that had been living there, that we have been working with.…
The Sanity of Dropping Balls
Most people who know me would agree that I am a pretty efficient person. I get things done and generally feel like I’m on top of my life. But these last two years, that’s definitely switched to feeling that my…
When the Spirit Starves
There was a time I was severely hypoglycemic, and the pattern went like this. I would think, I’m hungry. Then that “I’m hungry” would get repetitive, more insistent, screaming so loud that it was all I could hear, until it…
Threads from the Weave 10/15/2026
Hello beautiful beings, It has been a long while. I’ve been working at a different loom. For two years, most of my threads have run into the Longmont house I’ve been renovating into a retreat. Soul Medicine Sanctuary is becoming…
We’ll See
There was an announcement today. A publicized execution. And all that it means for this country and its people. Then I did it again. Watched too many Facebook reels, followed the rabbit hole into the fear too big for heart…
When the Earth Calls Me Down
After almost two years of silence, I am back, at the pace the earth allows. On living with hEDS and POTS, the part that cries betrayal, and learning to lie down.
Become The Ocean Or Be Seasick
We all know what it is like to be in an environment we do not want to be in. A job that feels unaligned. A relationship that has been off for longer than we have admitted. A house we cannot…
Missing the Mark
I pick up the bow and arrow
again.
I aim
…
Endings and Beginnings
The dusk does not apologize
for the light it swallows whole,
nor does the seed mourn
…
A Clearing of My Own
Last night I dreamed of rooms—
none of them mine.
Woke up in the static hum
…
Not Today
It seems I am forever
in the in-between spaces,
traveling back and forth
…
Pleasure is Revolutionary
I once heard a friend loosely quote William Burroughs: “If, after spending an hour with someone, you feel like you’ve lost a pint of blood, they are a succubus. Run.” Make no mistake, this president-elect is that. Like all narcissists,…