Of Bones & Breath

Awake in the quiet hours, I learn that fear isn’t the enemy—it’s the child within me, waiting to be mothered back into love.

After I finally sat down last night and poured out everything that had been swirling inside me, something loosened. I went to bed feeling lighter — like I’d made a deal with myself to let it go. To rest easy knowing that I’d finally launched the blog I’ve dreamed about for twenty-two years. The scaffolding of my vision is finally standing, even if it’s coming together more slowly — and in stranger ways — than I ever imagined. I didn’t check analytics. I didn’t scroll to see w

Two weeks ago a single envelope changed everything.A letter from the passport agency landed in our mailbox and detonated a chain reaction of old survival stories — fear of money, control, safety, and worth. Since then, it’s felt like standing in the middle of a demolition site while trying to remember how to breathe. Every surface in our home tells the story: half-filled jars of oil for Mama’s Market, boxes from last season’s porch stands, leftover décor from the Equinox gath

After my husband's stroke, I began to see life through the lens of soul remembrance. The Rainbow Connection became my call home- to love, light, and the messy beauty of being fully alive.