The hum of an air conditioner draws you back, Back to me, Away from the swirl of thoughts that hover…
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There is a moment — brief, fleeting, balanced — where the world stands still. The spring equinox. A day when…
The way we talk about recovery matters. This 90-minute workshop explores gray area drinking, recovery as liberation (not deprivation), and…
I never got the fire-making badge in Girl Scouts. In fact, I got kicked out before I had the chance.…
The ocean chews at the shore, gnashing with a nervous tide, waves walloping, splitting sand apart in their fury. Saltwater…
The story of colonization is written in many languages, but one of the most insidious is the language of alcohol.…
There is a moment, subtle and nearly imperceptible, when the earth begins to shift. The deep freeze of winter loosens…
We danced around the periphery with fairy wings Throwing glitter that caught the light Hips swaying in the shimmer The…
Winter whispers of stillness, deep rest, and the kind of healing that asks us to lean into mystery rather than…
When I started feeling more comfortable in my sobriety, something inside me shifted. It wasn’t just about what was happening…
Winter hasn’t always been my favorite season. But in the last few years, I have developed a deep respect for…
The Winter Solstice whispers a truth the world too often drowns out: we are meant to rest. It is the…
We were caught in the rapture of it all, our youth, a wild unwritten thing – holding hands and…
The Autumn Equinox is a sacred pause, a moment in time when light and dark hang in perfect balance. It’s…