When our mind, heart, body are in sync, often the writing can more easily pour through.

Facing the now is asking so much of us. Surrender. Grief. Community. Forgiveness. Creativity. Patience. A new kind of friendship with the earth.

Finding deeper resources, becoming more anchored in what we know—even now—to be true. Continuing to wonder and to experience wonder.

Of course we get scared. We’re little fuzzy earth bunnies with well honed startle responses. And though we forget ourselves in these moments, it’s always possible to find our way back.

What happens when can we keep our attention on the very real thing inside ourselves, versus spending it on all that we can’t change?

The joy is in the making, in the moving, in the connecting. Nothing needs to become anything if we don’t want it to—or if the creation itself doesn’t want to.

Re-finding and healing the moments our creativity was shut down—and celebrating when it was supported.

Whatever happens, we are perhaps more ready for it than we realize.

In Soul Writing, it seems, there’s simply nowhere for judgment to find purchase.

Ironically, finding alignment can feel like getting thrown off balance at first. 

Ways I've found to ride the rapids of massive life transitions.

I realized I was writing to literally beg your pardon.

I would rather be a poet. Oh yes. Or a painter.

How deeply unnecessary our protector parts become once the fruit of ourselves is in the light.