Wunjo Way of Joy
Years ago, I found The Book of Runes by Ralph H. Blum—a companion for the spiritual warrior, offering guidance through simple stones inscribed with ancient symbols. Among them, the rune Wunjo—joy—kept appearing, quietly insisting that joy is not just a fleeting feeling but a direction, a compass, a way of being. It still feels true. Wunjo is a reminder to orient toward inner alignment, beauty, and the harmonies that arise when we live close to nature and close to ourselves.
I’ve been writing on and off since my teenage years—scribbling into notebooks, chasing questions, trying to remember and reveal who I am and why I’m here in this body, on this Earth. Writing became a way of listening: to my own heart, to the natural world, to the whispers of something larger. Julia Cameron’s Morning Pages showed me how to meet myself on the page, honestly and without judgment. That practice stayed with me. Writing still brings me peace, joy, and the kind of clarity that comes only through attention and reflection.
This blog is an offering from that place—a contemplative space shaped by curiosity, longing, love, and a quiet devotion to beauty. It’s a way of tuning in, of learning through presence, of honoring the seasons both within and without. The Wunjo Way is not a fixed path—it’s a practice of becoming, again and again, with wonder and heart.
Co-Conspirator’s Lounge
Recently I had a lot of feelings about being recruited, evangelized or pressured into things in a sales-y way. I’ve been reflecting on those feelings and looking for ways that I behave in the same way as those I condemned. I see that there’s a difference between an organization that pressures/requires you to get your…
Rivka
I’m thinking about my friend and client, Rivka Wendy Faith. She’s gone. Ending her life was her final decision. I honor her and I will miss her. She was always so warm and kind to me when I saw her. She’d come over to my house to work on her website and bring me tea,…
Tuesday Thoughts
I saw pumpkins on a porch in Berkeley. I noticed that the leaves are starting to change color. Summer is waning, but it’s still warm enough to eat outside in the shade and sleep with the windows open. I smelled a hint of fall in the air last night. I felt both relieved and anxious.…
Alone
I didn’t expect be 41 and have been single for over a decade, but that’s what is happening. I’ve decided that I’m done writing and re-writing dating profiles and going on endless dates to prove that I’m taking action and putting myself out there. All the stories and anecdotal evidence of what “worked” for some…
Me & White Leaders
Thinking about leadership in terms of white leaders, I notice that I’ve more often clarified the race of a leader if they are not white and that is part of my white supremacist conditioning to assume that leaders are white unless otherwise specified. The impact that white, often male, leaders have had on my life…
Me & White Feminism
I’ve learned that what I understood feminism to be was actually white feminism. White feminism has been fighting for equality and justice for white women first, but never coming back to fight for or recognize the needs of BIWOC. Nothing included in my education ever mentioned non-white feminism. I have read Alice Walker, bell hooks,…
Me & White Supremacy • Post Week 3
This week I’ve become aware that my brand of white supremacy is ignorance. Not being in spaces to hear BIPOC communicating with each other about current events. I haven’t sought out, heard or listened to the outrage, pain and devastation about the black & brown lives that are lost and how exhausted BIPOC are from…
Nia Wilson
18 year old Nia Wilson was stabbed to death by 27 year old John Cowell at MacArthur BART on Sunday night. Murderer John Cowell also stabbed Nia’s sister, Letifah Wilson, who survived his attack. Whether or not police find ‘evidence’ that this murder & stabbing was racially motivated, we (especially BIPOC) do not need any…
Me & Being Called Out
I’ve learned that the way I react to being called out is the measure of how deeply I am doing my anti-racism work. If a BIPOC takes the time to call me out on racist behavior, using my weapons of whiteness or needing to check my privilege, I hope that I could get through the…
Me & Optical Allyship
My internal dialogue when approaching or speaking to BIPOC is often, “Whatever you do, don’t fuck this up by saying the wrong thing! Act natural! Be cool!” That script is far from helpful and usually creates anxiety that makes me stick my foot in my mouth anyway. I thought that doing my work meant not…
Me & White Saviorism
#WhiteSaviorism Even though I am committed to this challenge and have been doing my work each day… Just yesterday a white friend and I spent several hours brainstorming a podcast that would “give voice” to stories of BIPOC. I read an article where a Native American woman said the best thing she could be offered…
Me & Tokenism
I’ve tried to create and maintain relationships with BIPOC to benefit from their perspectives and as a way to change the fact that most of the people I know are white. I am guilty of trying too hard to build these friendships too quickly and aggressively rather than allowing a natural progression so I can…