6 Shooting Stars

When I was in Peru, in the Andes—ten thousand feet above sea level—I went outside at night and looked up at the stars. It was one of the most amazing things I’ve ever seen. I lay on my back on the ground looking up and I decided I would stay there until I saw six…

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intentions for my ceremony

What I Hope to Explore I hope to explore who I am when I’m untethered from who I think I’m supposed to be — from the versions of me I’ve shaped for respect, validation, or belonging.Who am I when I stop waiting for the “right time” to be myself? I want to experience more peace,…

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tending to myself

A lesson I keep learning, over and over again, is that I must tend to myself.I must find ways to make time to care for myself.Taking care of Abby is Abby’s responsibility.Taking care of our human is our responsibility. It sounds obvious—but it’s not. It hasn’t been obvious for most of my life.I don’t feel…

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huachuma wisdom

Some wisdom from the Huachumas: Stand firm and tall, and be gently moved by the wind as it comes. Stand your ground. Root down. Grow up. Draw in your sustenance and nutrients from the earth, the air, the sun, the moon. All are in support of your life, your growth, your legacy. Your self-protection is…

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message from love

A message from love: Never underestimate your heart. If you could see yourself through its eyes, you would never doubt yourself. It is not always easy to have a big heart. You were born for this challenge. You already have the capacity you need to give and receive love. You always have enough when it…

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The Way of Ceremony

A Prayer for How We Gather We take this time to talk about the ceremony each time. These things are often hard to remember, but try— they are part of the container for your healing. And your healing is our healing. My prayer is to communicate what I can from what I’ve learned, in a…

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tie fifty reds

Tonight, driving home, I saw two young coyotes running alongside the road. I love when they appear near my house at night. I’m always a little sad when I don’t see at least one—like something’s missing. Their presence comforts me: out and about, making their rounds, living in the mystery. An orange moon hung low…

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not doing it alone

I spent the morning wrapped in a comforter, nestled into a window seat in Fort Bragg, looking out at a garden that felt more like a prayer than a landscape. Mist in the air, birds dipping into the stone bath, moss filtering the light, trees bowing gently in the breeze—it all felt so alive. So…

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