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Returning to Sacred Space
I did not grow up consciously knowing what I know now or doing what I do today. We all carry the innate ability to heal…

Beth Sturdevant
2 days ago3 min read


The Threshold of the New Year: Sacred Endings, Before the Beginning
When we swim upstream against the natural rhythms and cycles of the Universe - against what is asking to move, die, or transform - we create unnecessary chaos.
Resistance doesn’t stop change...It only makes it harsher.

Beth Sturdevant
Dec 30, 20254 min read


The Necessity of Silence
Here is the hard truth many avoid: The thinking, beliefs, and behaviors that created the problems of today cannot be the same ones that create something new.

Beth Sturdevant
Dec 20, 20253 min read


I Am Me
It is often difficult to define me. To place me neatly into a category that makes “normal” sense to this linear world. When people ask, “So, what do you do?” I often chuckle, not out of confusion but out of good humor - because, truly, that is a good question. What do I “do”? When I think back to childhood, I remember how often adults asked that same question in a different form: “What do you want to be when you grow up?” My answer then, and still now, is honest - I don’t kn

Beth Sturdevant
Oct 27, 20253 min read


The Flow of Becoming
To go against nature is to go against ourselves. For the same current that turns seed to tree flows through our very veins.

Beth Sturdevant
Oct 8, 20251 min read


In the Softness of First Light
We will not always agree. Nor should we. Diversity of thought and being is part of the beauty - and the ache - of being human.
But what we can do is make space within our quiet mornings to feel the weight of our shared humanity.
To allow collective grief, regret, guilt, and sorrow to flow through us rather than calcify within us.

Beth Sturdevant
Oct 5, 20252 min read


Navigating the Dark Night of the Soul: A Guide Through Difficult Passages
There are moments when life brings us to our knees in ways we never anticipated.
For me, it came on an ordinary evening - one of those nights when nothing dramatic was happening, yet everything inside me felt like it was silently collapsing. I remember standing in my kitchen, staring at a cup of tea I had no appetite for, feeling utterly emptied out. The things that once lit my spirit had dimmed.

Beth Sturdevant
Oct 1, 20253 min read






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