Deep breath, another deep breath. Some nausea. Sweat. And a need to go back to hiding. This is what courage feels like. Courage is not a pleasant experience. It is…
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I don’t know when it stopped. But it finally did. The race. The climbing. The maze. The thousands of thoughts speaking all at once. The impossible obstacles. Sending the arrow…
Dear one, I know how tender this moment is. Loss. Transition. We grieve, we stretch, we hang on for dear life. We fall apart, we begin again. We walk through…
I wish I never listened to people always saying the most negative things about aging. How everyone wished they were younger. How terrible it is to turn 40, 50, 60,…
