Saga's from the Heart

I raised my sons on my own, full time, and it was not by choice. I was left pregnant with a one-year-old, and suddenly I was responsible for two babies while trying to figure out what had happened to the life I thought I was going to have.

Somewhere along the way, life began to dull my light. Experiences made me question who I was, what I believed about myself, and where I belonged. I took paths that carried me further away from my own nature, and I began acting in ways that were disconnected from who I really was.

It struck me how loss is one of the few experiences that unites every human being. It is not exclusive to any one person or circumstance. We all carry it in one form or another, woven quietly into the fabric of our lives.

Value is the currency underneath everything. Whether we’re aware of it or not, it’s the invisible exchange rate running through nearly every interaction we have.

Today, as I reflect on their marriage, I find myself thinking about commitment. Not simply romantic commitment, but commitment to family, to showing up, to staying the course when life becomes difficult.

Everything costs something. Nothing in life is free. Nothing. Everything costs time and energy. The difference is that some commitments move us toward the things we want, while others keep us trapped in the things we say we don’t want.

Because each small act of courage becomes another piece of the treasure we reclaim from the cave.

The world needs you to do the work. In your own life. In own self. So that, slowly, person by person, together, we can begin to release some of those compounding pressures.

Sitting there beside him, as the music swelled and flowed, I could feel all of it rising. Every version of me that carried him through…

You are not behind. You are not lost. You are in the cycle. And just like the earth beneath your feet, something within you is alre

Standing up is not hate. It is the most profound act of love there is. It is what inspires me to protect my children and the generations to come. They are entering a world that is nearly impossible to exist in; financially, environmentally, socially, spiritually. A world where this war is finally, undeniably, coming to a head. And my heart breaks for what they are inheriting.

Some of them - not all, but some - reach a place where the suffering becomes so complete, so total, that something in them finally surrenders. I watched this happen with my own father in the final days leading up to his death.

Each item is a memory. Each item is energy. Each item is a marker along the path of becoming.

A horse does not question every step. It feels the ground. It adjusts & continues. This is not chaotic movement. This is committed movement.

Your name is spoken thousands upon thousands of times in your lifetime. Each time, it lands in your nervous system.

What the mountain teaches - is this: there is no real destination. Only the ones we place in our own minds.

It wasn’t until my world completely collapsed - until “last resort” catapulted me into healing - that I found myself back in his path.

Because only when we belong to ourselves - fully and without condition - can we truly know what it means to belong anywhere else.

Our desire to escape pain is instinctual. We want to run from fear, hide from uncertainty, avoid…

Stop the fearing. Shut off the news. Turn off social media.