What Are You Fixing For?

Hi friends, Just wanted to drop in your inbox to remind you- There’s nothing about you that needs to be fixed. Seriously, there’s not one single part of you that showed up on this planet, or slowly became, defective. You are not fixed and you don’t need to be fixed. In my coaching practice the […]

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Falling Thoughts Ahead

“Maybe they won’t like this newsletter. Someone may read it and think I’m too ‘out there,’ or don’t know what I’m talking about… or not sensitive to other people’s realities… or perhaps there will be grammatical or spelling errors… or I’ll mess something up and send it out with the wrong month written in the […]

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KonMari’ing Our Souls

Welcome to March Dear Ones, Last weekend, I held up an old sweater of mine, considering whether it still “sparked joy” in me. Turns out, not so much. So I thanked the sweater for occasionally keeping me warm and for keeping my closet full, and placed it in the “to-go” pile along with several of […]

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The Gall of It All

Hello Loves – And Happy New Year to you! (A bit belated for the Gregorian calendar, but right on time for the Lunar Calendar, which begins anew today!) I had every intention of getting a January newsletter out  – even had it half written a few days after NYD – but, so far anyway, 2019 is […]

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pause, breathe, soften… love

dear friends, being overseas, mostly offline except for uploading some photos now and then – immersed in mama’s nature’s radiance and in relationship with so many beautiful, powerful souls, for an entire month was a sweet and rejuvenating respite. my time, in both indonesia and japan, was rich beyond measure, and i’m still integrating at […]

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falling leaves, spaces left

blessed equinox dear ones, the first twenty-one years of my life were lived in indiana and then massachusetts, where each year at this time, the foliage began an explosion of color and the air turned crisp like the apples. for the last twenty years, i’ve called the temperate, somewhat seasonless, climate of san francisco home, […]

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