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For as long as I can remember, there has always been this yearnful part inside me that has longed for safe arrival in a future reality where things felt peaceful. Integrative even. That somehow, somewhere deep inside me, something would be revealed and my life would make sense—my purpose, the roles I play, the very reason I came to this planet and to this incarnation.  Who I am meant to be. But so much of my life has been spent in this space of searching. Trying to find the o

A dive into identity, healing grief, and starting over.

The obvious difficulty in facing the unknown, is that it provokes challenging emotions like anxiety, fear, anger, grief, or sorrow. So...

Mothering as art is a poem full of the wisdom I have received and gained through my experiences with mothering.