In the tree of life I am traveling along a strong, powerful trunk, when I see branches shooting off to the right. They appear little and I hardly pay them any mind. Until, in an elegant twist of fate and magical series of events, I stop to explore. I discover that the branch is, in fact my path. The trunk I had been traveling is someone else's path. The new path grows larger and more powerful as I listen closely. Countless white and blue lights shoot in both directions When

Mom and Dad were raised in a world of protestant, upper class, white privilege. At 21 years old they married, headed west, and never looked back. Life was an adventure. Mom and Dad had no intention of repeating their past, but they didn't have other role models to learn how to build a future, so they made it up as they went. All four of my grandparents shook their heads in shame and disbelief at their blatant disregard for the generational wealth they abandoned. To further en

I recently connected that some people are hugely appreciative of the way that I clean and it is how I can offer support. Mentally I hate clutter and eliminate it from my life. I enjoy the sense of relief that comes from emptied (and organized) areas. When throwing things away I picture stripping away the weight of negative energy and when cleaning I find myself in a meditative state of tidy-toss-sweep. There is nothing quite like the satisfaction of admiring the final product

The universe sure sends us fun little surprises, doesn't it? A close confidante from 18 years ago resurfaced in my life. I think about who I was then and who I am now. I've become a woman who is guided almost entirely by my intuition and she held my hand through that first, scary step of listening to myself. I was in my early 30s when I met her with my then husband. Back then I hoped to save our marriage. He bowed out from our conversations after about a year, but I decided t