nourishing

Today I’m thinking about how I relate to nourishing myself. This morning I decided to roast some sweet potatoes. I considered how to retain the most nourishment from them for my body, how I like them to taste and look, and how they will hold up as leftovers. I spontaneously felt so much love and…

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delicate balance

Some thoughts I had while sitting still. It’s useful to see all the choices available to me in any given moment. Also, I don’t want to spend so much time weighing each choice that I miss out on my life. Finding the flow feels like a good way to navigate. Feeling into the stuck, tense…

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winter solstice

In between the rain showers today, I spent time with wet trees & muddy trails. I met so many mushrooms & explored their under sides from below. I felt into the darkness of the lightest part of the day. I saw beauty in the decay & breakdown & I noticed new life everywhere. I went…

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holiday spirit

Some moments that connect me to my holiday spirit. My neighborhood has a little floating Christmas tree that appears in the bay this time of year. It makes me happy when I notice it, especially at night when it’s all lit up. I enjoy walking around the Loch Lomond Marina at night. Holiday lights on…

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heart rock

It is neither useful nor possible to solve all the problems of the day at once. Piling on all the burdens of the moment & wearing them like a heavy coat doesn’t help. Nor is it a solution to run away from or ignore it all. Handling things strictly in the order they appear isn’t…

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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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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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glass beach

People search for sea glass like it’s gold—squatting, bending, digging, sifting, inspecting. Some come away with a handful, others fill pockets or bags. Everyone on the hunt for something shiny, smoothed by time and tide. Some say, “Glass Beach isn’t what it used to be.” Meaning: less glass now, fewer large pieces worth pocketing. There’s…

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becoming: my prayer

There’s a quiet voice in me that’s ready to be heard. Lately, I’ve been feeling the nudge to turn inward—not to retreat, but to listen. To listen to what I haven’t yet fully allowed myself to know. So I’ve set some intentions—not as rigid goals, but as gentle prayers, soft anchors for the path ahead.…

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