I’m really tired. It’s only 10:20pm but my vision already has that blurry, out-of-focus thing going on. Tomorrow is Grandma’s move day. I’ve got some low-level nervous energy, despite the deep desire to curl up and sleep, about the remaining ‘day of packing’ to do list I have. We are going to have a small army of people and cars showing up tomorrow, and so I know everything will be covered. And still… niggles wriggle in my mind.

The walls are completely bare in most rooms and boxes are stacked neatly waiting for the moving crew. For those who have known Grandma’s house, it’s a profoundly strange sight. We shared our last dinner and evening with Grandma in her house.  We took a short moment to say thanks for the grace, love, and support given over the last (almost) year and a half to each other.  We enjoyed dinner as usual and with happy banter played a few hands of UNO together. There will be more dinners and more rounds of UNO… just not here and like this.

At Amira’s tuck-in – it was my turn to pray. I felt such deep gratitude for the lessons learned and the relationship built and I said so. Amira expressed sadness for GG (Amira’s nickname for her Great-Grandma) having to move and that she was going to miss having her here with us. She talked about moving in next door to GG at the assisted care apartment complex. We had to concede that GG’s soon to be neighbors probably wouldn’t appreciate our bumping them out of their home. We had to remind Amira that we have many visits, shared dinners, playing games, and pool parties (there is a pool and families are welcome!) to look forward too.

Communal living changes you… from age 7 all the way to 92. It’s not always easy or fun, but it often is too… and it is most certainly stretching and deeply rewarding. There’s more to be said about this – but this will have to do for tonight.

This particular portion of our adventure is complete.  Tomorrow begins a new adventure for her and for us.

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I’m about to head back upstairs for day three of, one by one, pulling out, sifting and sorting through Grandma’s rooms. But before I do, I need to do a quickie brain dump. Warning: the quality of my writing and thoughts may reflect the speedy nature of this post.

So, first, yesterday was my friend Natalie’s (ChickenBlog!) birthday. I wish I could express to you how much I love Natalie – and how much she means to me. We’ve been friends since just before Amira was born. I have zero idea how the internet wove its magic and got her to my blog – but it did and I’m forever grateful. She has been a steady source of encouragement and inspiration to me. And even though I’ve only spent one visit with her (during our vacation this past October) – her place in my heart is permanent and dear. Natalie – I know this season has been a topsy-turvy, difficult and painful one – mixed in with the beauty and deep joy of an amazing family – incredible friends and seasonal delights. Happy Birthday, Natalie! Even though it wasn’t a giddy, slappy-happy day for you this year – and still, it was a day to commemorate, celebrate and embrace (for many reasons).  I love you.

Next, regarding Facebook. I posted a little while back on Facebook that I was leaving. Turns out, like most everything in life, I had to revisit that intention. So, instead of jumping the FB ship, I’m modifying how I do FB – but I will be staying. Why? Because I got a lot of feedback from friends saying “please don’t go” – “you contribute to me by being here” – and contributing to my community is what I want to do! There were two reasons I considered leaving… First, what I don’t want to do is have relationships that are only an inch deep and without the intent to specifically create something different – that’s what FB creates and supports. I want my relationships to have depth and breadth – that’s what I’m committed to. So, I’m seeing if it’s possible for me to do that deeper nurturing of my relationships while still spending some time on FB. And second, I don’t want to trade quotes, little snippets of inspiration that I see online for the work of diving in and following my own creative muse. My concern again, has been that I’ll have creativity and inspiration that’s only an inch deep… shallow. The instant gratification of social media makes it easier and tempting to not embrace the work of seeking and finding my muse. That kind of work requires a deeper and broader investment from me and FB is easy. Those are my concerns, but after hearing from and talking to my friends – I am looking to address my concerns without leaving FB altogether. I don’t know how it will work exactly – if you have any thoughts and suggestions – I’d love to hear ‘em!

Grandma: Working with Grandma on deciding what to take with her to her new home, what to leave in storage and what to throw out has been a crazy experience. The first thing I’m left with is Grandma’s courage in taking on this move and the choices she has had to make in preparation for it. It’s profoundly difficult for her to paw through her belongings, her closets and things. Even if the things don’t have huge meaning for her – it’s just the act of doing it that is real work for her. The tucked away items in the closets and drawers are just part of what has made it home…. her home. And now that those have been woken up, dusted off, assessed and evaluated — while sometimes it feels good to her – in the other moments it feels like deep loss. She expressed yesterday that she feels homeless. Her roots have been pulled from the earth of her home. They are strong but miss the soil. She is so strong and hard-working through this entire process. I’m inspired by her. Please send love and peace her way. Even in the midst of the chaos, upheaval and difficulty of this move, I believe the love and prayers that have been sent her way have strengthen her.

And now, blessings: So, it’s a little thing… but I am drinking a spinach, blackberry, banana smoothie right now! It’s all because Grandma had an old Hoover blender that she was going to give away because she doesn’t use or need it any longer. It took a little work (the blades were stuck from lack of use) – but it’s working!! What a gift! Blessing #2: We’ve been socked in with rain for quite a few days and this morning – it’s frosty and SUNNY! Thank you, sunshine! Blessing #3: Our tree is still vibrant and beautiful. I’m still soaking in the beauty of the lights. Blessing #4: My life is a blessing. That’s redundant really. Life = blessing. And my life IS a blessing! I’m surfing on gratitude this morning.

Thoughts? Feedback? And what’s happening with you? I’d love to know.

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We made the decision to not have a tree this year. We had logical reasons. 1) We are visiting family for Christmas. 2) Trees are expensive-ish and we have a lot of priorities for our money, 3) “dressing up” the basement for Christmas seemed sort of like the ol’ lipstick on a pig kind of thing. I was sad about it but it made sense.  I set aside my disappointment and figured… next year.

Then last week, Grandma started talking about an evergreen tree that has been sitting in a plastic bucket in her back yard for quite a few years. She won it at some event she attended.  She brought it home and, not sure what she wanted to do with it, just put it in the back corner of her yard.  She never found a home for it in her garden – so it sat in the bucket overlooked and forgotten, year after year. This year though, Grandma decided, once and for all, the tree didn’t belong in her garden and that she wanted to get rid of it. She asked Paul if it would work as a Christmas tree in her house. Paul & I looked it over and declared it a decidedly “un-Grandma-worthy” tree. A gangrel tree, it’s too big and awkward for her living room. It is misshapen.  Its branches are misplaced… too short here and much too long there. It has a big dent on the bottom half. This tree is one of those trees that the tree lot attendants will sell you cheap on Christmas Eve because it has been passed over for 4 weeks straight.

So, then the question was, did we want it? I hesitated wondering if it was worth Paul’s effort of cutting down the tree and hauling it down into our basement. But since it would be getting cut down and chopped into pieces anyway – I figured, why not! So Paul & Amira made an adventure of going into the backyard and cutting down our own Christmas tree. We hauled it in and put it in the stand.

It stands a little cockeyed – the trunk didn’t grow straight. The top half has grown tilted and makes the tree look as if its rushing towards you. But I’ll tell you… it smells heavenly. The green is lush and it brings a warm festivity to our space.

I’m coming to believe white lights are magic. They make dark and dim sparkle. They make the ordinary something more!

Muta was mesmerized by the tree and the decorating process. He absolutely approves of the tree! He loves curling up on the tree skirt and watching the world from his tree. I think he harkens back to his wild ancestors under that tree – remembering what it was to skulk and watch his prey unseen – but is too comfortable and domesticated to actually do anything but fondly reminisce.

These are fuzzy photos – but you can see the holiday spirit of joy and happiness this tree has brought us!

I’m so grateful for our unexpected tree!

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Love is a state of Being. Your love is not outside; it is deep within you. You can never lose it, and it cannot leave you. – Eckhart Tolle

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Today has been filled with varying doses of disappointment and sadness. I came across this and found it helpful. It doesn’t alter how I feel – but it is changing how I see.

Coping With Disappointment by Eric Butterworth

I love the story Charles Edison, former Gov. of New Jersey, tells of his father, Thomas Edison. He says in 1914 when the Edison Industries of West Orange, New Jersey were practically destroyed by a great fire, most of Edison’s life work was going up in flames. So the young man, concerned, looked about for his father and he finally came upon him. The man’s face was ruddy in the glow of the flames. He wrote, “My heart ached for him, no longer a young man, everything being destroyed.” Then he says, “My father spotted me and he called out, ‘Charles, Charles, run get your mother. She will never see anything as beautiful as this fire as long as she lives.’”

So, even in its destructiveness, Edison saw the beauty of the fire because, you see, he was a researcher. He’d spent all of his life learning how to cope with disappointment. The next morning, walking about the charred embers of all of his dreams, Edison said, “There’s great value in disaster because all of our mistakes are burned out. Thank God we can start again!” Three weeks later the Edison Company delivered the first phonograph.

You might say, “But Edison was an unusual man. He was different. He was special.” Or, we say of Jesus, “But he was the son of God.” But Jesus said, “All that I do you can do too.”

Each of us has the God potential within to rise above any and all disappointment. In life you will have many trying times but there is a tremendous capacity within us to rise above any situation, any challenge, any limitation. Always we must know that if I’m discouraged or disappointed it’s not because of what happened, it is a result of my own consciousness, my own negative awareness. You can decide that you’re going to meet all things from the highest possible perspective. Your job is not to “set” things right but to “see” them right.

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After our day of school was complete, Amira & I headed to the park. There was sun and we had to take advantage. The strange thing was how close it felt to sunset at 3:15 in the afternoon. These short days are just so… short.

The weather felt past fall. The chill didn’t just nip, it bit! There was a fog floating on the air. It has been only 4 or 5 days since we last went to the park. Yet, half the trees that had been covered in fall decor now stand bare and exposed.

The park, when we first arrived, was empty. I can’t blame folks. It was darned cold. In a while though, we did get to visit and play with some well-bundled folks and their kids. Everyone positioned themselves as much as they could in the sun’s fading glow. But it wasn’t long before we all had to give in to fog’s chill settling in our bones and go home.

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On our way home from our vacation of perfection – we were able to see the sunset on Mount Shasta. We drove past Mount Shasta in the dark on the way down and I was so sad to only see (barely) its outline against the dark sky. So, getting to see it lit up by the sunshine was amazing. I’ve always feel a happy, buzzy kind of energy when I’m near the mountain.

Speaking of happy, buzzy energy, my parents are in their car zipping down I-5 towards Portland and us!! I can’t spend much time here because I need to finish getting ready for their arrival… It’s unfortunate because I have no less than three blog posts flying around in my head today. There are photos and experiences that I want to share. I will though. Soon.

Have a happy day all.

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Transitions are a bit tough on me. When I make a decision, I want to launch into it… like now! And, just about every decision, especially major decisions, require transition time. Even so, when Paul & I made the decision to move to Southern California, all my energy balled up and was ready to uncoil and spring into immediate change making!

But, almost a month after our decision was made, here we still are. Life is moving and behaving just like it did before we made the decision. And that’s because there are things to be considered. Transition plans need to be determined and then implemented. Applications need to be submitted and a new job is yet to be found. And, of course, there is a new Moment family home to be found. Paul has his fulltime freelance workload to manage, plus job hunting to do. So while he is ever bit as much excited about change as me… transition time is a necessity. I know it is. But. Still.

My focus has turned toward our new home. I freely admit I’m fantasizing about our new home. Having lived in a mostly unfinished basement for over a year – an honest to goodness home sounds GLORIOUS. I get giddy thinking about a house with a front door to welcome friends and family into. I am excited thinking about an honest-to-goodness real kitchen… with an stove top, oven, cabinets for dishes and maybe even a dishwasher. I think about windows – big, full-size windows with light streaming in… where Muta can stretch out and bathe in the sunshine. I get emotional thinking about bedrooms with doors… and most especially a little girl’s bedroom for Amira. A bedroom that is entirely hers with decorations, her toys and treasures and a desk (she’s deeply craving a desk). And did I mention a bathtub? Okay, I don’t want to completely fall apart on you, but a bathtub… for this water-loving Piscean… well, to imagine that and all these riches in one place called home – almost seems too much! My heart overflows it. So, transitions be damned, I’m looking, watching… okay stalking Craigslist. We don’t have a timeline yet – but I can’t help it. I have some very specific requests of the universe. All the above, AND… We want to be near our dear friends… likely neighborly close. We want to be in a particular school district. And I am dreaming of all of these things together in one big, perfect, happy package wrapped in a bow… for us.

Tonight, while searching on Craiglist (no, really, I can stop anytime if I wanted to…) – I read an ad describing what sounds and looks like the *perfect* place. It could be on the exactly right neighborhood, on the exactly right street, with the exactly right size and amenities, and available at what could be the exactly right time. I got breathless. I read it to Paul and said: “Should I contact them?” And he said, “But we aren’t ready yet.”

And with that, I felt all hoardy. I wanted it. I felt panicky like I needed to somehow gobble it up and keep it safe for us. I was afraid that it would get taken by another family before we are ready. I was afraid the perfect place wouldn’t be available when we are ready. And then what would I do?

And then two things happened simultaneously. Paul said : “The perfect house will be ready and waiting for us when we are ready for it.” – and I heard and felt my… *fear*. Remember my breathlessness? I allowed my fear to steal my very breath away. So I took a deep breath (and I’m taking another as I type this). Choosing to release the fear, I remembered that all is well. All is well! And, how perfect that day before yesterday, Amira shared with me that Three Little Birds by Bob Marley has been stuck in her head. Not an accident that.

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Amira & I went to the park yesterday. I had heard that it was going to be our last day of sun for a while. (I’m secretly hoping the updated forecast saying there will be sunshine on Friday turns out to be truth.) So, in preparation for what could be several days shut inside our basement abode with 12″ windows and no sunshine… I cut Amira’s school time short and declared: “Time to go to the park!! Let’s go!!” And of course, optioned with more school lessons or play time at the park – my girl choose wisely!

Off to the park we marched!

I haven’t carried my camera with me for well over a year now. I snap photos on my Android here and there – but I had given up my SLR. It wasn’t until I spent a few days with ChickenBlogger, Natalie – that a felt the depth of what I’ve been giving up. It was a form of letting my creativity off the hook. If my photos were lackluster, I could easily say to myself: “eh – it’s a camera phone…” In addition, I’d given up my exploration of my own surroundings and happenings in my life. Having the camera in hand opens not only my creative eye, but my heart as well. I engage with, take in and review my life more intimately. It’s valuable work.

So, yesterday, with freshly charged batteries and a determination to not let another day go by – I packed my SLR with me to the park. I decided on the way, that I wanted to look at the park from an alternative perspective than I usually do. I’ve been to the park so many times and snapped so many photos there – I knew my temptation would be to not *see* it. So, I purposely worked at looking… differently.

I felt internal hesitation to begin with. But, as Amira played, I tipped my head this and that way. I leaned down or looked up.

And as I did so, I found myself filling with joy and overflowing creative energy. I was seeing! I was a little embarrassed… knowing just how long I had walked right next to all of this without having seen it. There were open portals everywhere I looked – inviting me into the mystery. Portals that promised exploration, freedom and delight – all offered to me for the easy admission fare of simply opening my eyes.

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The strength and power of the trees at our local park always impress me. I noticed this summer that sitting at the base of these trees slowed my frenetic thoughts and offered me a more peace filled perspective on my life. When Amira and I went to the park, I would curl up at the base of the tree, lean into the trunk and breathe. If I brought a journal to write, my thoughts would flow smoothly and carry in them wisdom and love for myself and the world I live in.

I’ve always found it fascinating that trees thrive on our carbon dioxide and they provide us with life-giving oxygen. In the mid-90s I worked at Microsoft. I remember getting off the bus in front of my work building just before dawn. The sky was a rich, dark blue color. The deciduous trees were bare, with their trunks, branches and twigs exposed. And looking at them against the contrasting sky, I suddenly saw it. Upside down to my perspective, there they were – the earth’s many lungs. Each lobe complete with its wide trachea connecting to the bronchioles that then divided into the smaller alveoli.

The trees take in what we exhale and we, in turn, inhale what they breathe out. We are intricately and intrinsically connected. It’s easy to see why and how they are so healing and nurturing to me and to all of us. The sense of solidity, constancy, and wisdom wash over me when I’m in their presence. I love taking the time to connect with their energy. I feel my own roots extend out and down – centering me. I feel my heart expand and my soul stretch up and out to the sky.

I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.
- e. e. cummings

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After getting back from our nearly 3 week long vacation adventure in Southern California, I discovered fall had arrived.

It’s beautiful. And yet I’m, honestly, a bit shocked by it. I was gone for the early stages and it feels surreal to have come home and landed right in the middle of it. I find myself reveling in the beauty and saying to myself: “Fall is really here? How did that happen?”

The trees are brilliant in their colorful wardrobes (they must be so proud)… and the air is crisp with the promise of the coming holiday season. It’s incredible. The disconnect isn’t the season. The oddness I’m feeling is within. That feeling isn’t bad. I’m just noticing it. As I slow down to write this and be with myself, the feeling I have is one of not being synced up with the season around me. I don’t feel like it is still summer, but I haven’t moved into that internal autumnal space. This is unusual for me, because when fall comes, I feel the internal shift. I hear it, on the wind and in the movement of nature. This year, something else is at work. A different kind of shifting that hasn’t been proceeded by the usual messengers and their voices.

It sounds funny to myself, but I believe other seasons of change have given a promise of change – but one that I didn’t know of. This time, I know change is coming. I’m excited and I’m finding I’m fearful too. My heart is wanting to snap shut like a clam shell. I won’t allow it to close – but that knee-jerk instinctual desire is what I’m feeling.

I’ve been learning that fear isn’t something I can rely on. It has no credibility. Choices I’ve made, that have left me feeling safe and secure, have rarely been the choices that create a life that I love to live. I read a few weeks ago – a passing quote that I wish I had written down. It said something like: “if you make a major life decision and then immediately feel afraid… it’s probably the right decision.”

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Wangari Maathai, 71 years old, died yesterday in Nairobi from ovarian cancer.

In the course of history, there comes a time when humanity is called to shift to a new level of consciousness, to reach a higher moral ground. A time when we have to shed our fear and give hope to each other. That time is now. – Wangari Maathai

Wangari, thank you for your willingness to walk out in front, and show us another way, another path to a new level of awareness and action for our earth and for each other. Sending you love and light as you transition and join back with Love.

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On the phone with one of my dearest friends, we spent some time catching up a little bit since it had been a couple of weeks since we last talked. Asking her how she was, she confessed to feeling heavy and disheartened. She was feeling as though the “good guys never win”, and that the world wasn’t a safe, good or happy place. I understood where she was coming from. After all, we were talking the morning after Troy Davis’s execution, experiencing some of the most vitriolic, feuding, and uncooperative political landscapes we’ve ever known, learned of suicides by beautiful, talented kids who have been bullied past their capacity to cope, natural disasters, an economy that continues to struggle, and on and on it goes. It’s completely natural to feel the pull of the emotional riptide and the desire to give in to overwhelm.

My friend is an incredibly smart, tapped in to the zeitgeist kind of person. She keeps a pulse on and *cares* what’s happening. She believes in the value of public discourse and the importance of not being uninformed or complacent in the face of current events. She’s an incredibly vital and contributory person. She wants her stances and her voice to make a difference, to help create – and I’m saying this without any irony here – to help create a better world for tomorrow.

I found myself wanting to tell her to unplug from the constant stream of news, pundits, articles and opinions that she sees daily. Going on a news-fast, turning off the 24/7 newsreels streaming from the TV and computer, is one way of backing away from it all. It can provide some internal relief and breathing room. Articles I’ve read suggest getting away from it by unplugging from the media and avoiding stressful circumstances, people and environments. And I do believe these kinds of sabbaticals are valuable and critical. Still, it doesn’t provide a workable solution in the midst of our ongoing, day-in/day-out lives.

I realized that the problem isn’t that these tragic, difficult and trying things happen in our world. Although, it is tempting to label them as THE problem, saying to ourselves: “If this or that didn’t happen, my life would be good.” It’s that when we hear, feel and experience them… we aren’t able to let those problems and the energy of those problems pass *through* us. The emotions, we rightfully feel and that are important to acknowledge, they get stuck. In us. And that’s when the emotionally scarring and energy depletion kicks in. The problem is our reaction to the circumstances. We get burnt out. We feel hopeless and despairing.

I’m imagining the tide of the sea, with its ebbs and flows. The tide is life’s happenings and our emotional reaction to them. If the tide only flowed, all would drown. But it doesn’t, it flows AND ebbs. During ebbs, there are periods of peace, deep breath, growth, and renewal. When the water flows again, yes, the upheaval is real. The physical landscape is transformed utterly by the powerful energy of that flow. It can occur to us as devastating, watching our carefully crafted sandcastles wiped out. And when the tide ebbs, we can focus on where our sandcastles once stood, or discover (rediscover) that while the physical landscape of life is ever changing… a new, fresh spiritual landscape for creating a new, improved physical landscape has opened itself up to us. Again and again, we can be aware of the fact that our lives are always filled with simple wonder and beautiful possibility.

We can’t resist the tide. It happens whether we want it to our not. What we do have is the power of mind to react, engage and transform what happens to our spirits in our emotional tides. We can hang onto the flow of energy that is brought into our lives by circumstances and their attendant emotions. We can choose to both resist the power of that emotional flow while simultaneously holding onto the pain as it washes over us. When we hold on, that energy becomes bound up inside us, with no way to travel through and out of hearts and bodies. It becomes toxic to our body and soul. It undermines and steals away our optimism, our hope and our ability to see new and creative possibilities. We can choose to relax into the power of the flow, experience, learn from it… and finally surrender to that flow knowing that the circumstanes and emotions will ebb. (I’m learning the stillness of meditation is particularly suited for this.) And with the ebb, something previously unknown can and will be created.

We think that the point is to pass the test or overcome the problem, but the truth is that things don’t really get solved. They come together and they fall apart. Then they come together again and fall apart again. It’s just like that. The healing comes from letting there be room for all of this to happen: room for grief, for relief, for misery, for joy.
- Pema Chödrön, in “When Things Fall Apart”

When I was first learning about this, I got confused. If the emotional energy wasn’t stuck in me – then obviously I wasn’t taking it “seriously”. If it didn’t rack me, then I must not truly care. I wanted to be a “realist” and not have my head in the sand. I felt that if I saw, believed and affirmed the positive beauty of life and affirmed that life was beautiful as it is… that I was living in denial of reality. I hadn’t learned that there was a wholly other and complete process that was possible: the process of feeling, acknowledging, experiencing and releasing those circumstances and that energy… and thereby being healed and whole and able to create something new… like a better world for tomorrow.

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Do you trust yourself? I was raised not to. Being raised in a brand of the Christian church, what I was taught was I am always suspect. And not just suspect, but guilty. Themes that were branded into my mind and soul included:

• I’m not safe.
• I am my enemy.
• I cannot count on myself.
• I can’t trust myself.
• I am not good.
• I am fundamentally fucked. (Forgive the language, but the crude rawness of it expresses it best.)
• I’m not loved.

I was taught to trust others interpretations of God and who I was to be in my life, not my own. You trust what’s outside, not what’s within. I twisted and contorted myself to that interpretation – while holding a thread to a thin and fading hope of being “fixed”. The continual self-flagellation of myself and against myself crushed my perceived connection not only with myself but with the Divine. (To be clear, that connection is, was and will always be there. At that point though, the eyes of my heart were unable to see.) Always tenuous, always under threat and never truly fixed or whole, my only hope was the continual spiritual and mental contortion of me. I, (not knowing that who I really am – an eternal soul always and forever connected to the Divine Creative Source aka, by many, as God) went farther and deeper down.

My spiritual journey growing up was what it was. As I remember how to allow my soul BE – I’m more at peace with it. That journey has gifted me with so much. I’m still growing, because I do still have emotional/ego catches that have me temporarily forget. But, when I’m connected with limitless Love and Peace – everything was and is as it should be. Including me.

What a novel thing, coming from my life’s experience, trusting myself is. I’m continually surrendering to it because my ego constantly challenges what’s true. And what is true is this:

• I am safe.
• There is no enemy. (myself or any other)
• I am trustworthy.
• I am good.
• I am whole.
• I am eternally and limitlessly loved.

I’m sure that if I write the very same thing that I’m trying to say now… say in a week, two weeks, a month or a year from now – I will have different and likely better words with which to express it. I know my understanding is becoming less clouded as I go. With each affirmation of what is real, what isn’t loses its hold, its illusory solidity. What’s in this world can feel more real that WHAT IS REAL. And it takes me saying WHAT IS REAL, believing it, surrendering to it, and feeling it now… and now… and now.

And so, I trust myself. And that means embracing and knowing the Divine Good, Divine Creativity, Divine Abundance, Divine Source that life is.  As I remember and live believing these truths, Spirit transforms me from the inside out. (The transformation being a re-acquainting, a remembrance of who I really am.) There’s nothing in my life that these truths don’t touch and illuminate – my daily life, my relationships, my art, my dreams… everything in my waking and my sleep.

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