I want to memorize your face because you are teaching me what it means to be beautiful.

I’m not sure how many times I’ve watched this video. Maybe you should get to it before I wear it out.

This is the thing I’ve been circling around saying for the last four posts. The thing has more to do with a feeling than being a thing to say, and so hence the circling.

What you call a need to heal I call life.

It’s not easy being soup.

I left Massachusetts for California on August 15, 2024, with the dream that I was going to finally create a home for myself when I got there.

For the last three and a half years, I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to be coached and to coach.

I wrote my first blog post on June 9, 2016, after my best friend from childhood created a website for me as a present because, somehow, without seeing me for years, she knew this was what I needed.

In my previous post, I wrote about my resistance to claiming my own body, to admitting I was embodied to a group of people who were being trained to use their bodies as compasses to direct them toward their truths.

I love Martha Beck.

I have the best job in the world. I get to think of things I’d like to hear about, and then I get to listen to word musicians, word magicians, word kings and queens read what they conjured up in a minuscule amount of time.