To be a cat

There was a time when I would lament—and by that I mean cry like a baby—that I wasn’t a cat. It’s a running joke now, but I‘m serious. This was early on in my dark night of grief and burnout. I would look at these two magnificent creatures who wandered Read more…

One Breath

Yesterday I wrote a bit about the One Breath and One Heart, and I wanted to emphasize, if it wasn’t clear, that these experiences are available to you—to anyone—if you invite them in and open to them. I am not special for this, or no more special than you. Becoming Read more…