We humans like threes. Three little pigs, three wishes, three kings, and... my personal morning ritual sings to the rhythm of three, bringing a satisfying sense of completion. I experience this every day in my spot in the woods, when I feel gratitude for being alive at this time 🕰, in this place 🏠and with these companions.

Out in the woods, I feel reverence for being alive at this time, and I take another breath and inwardly state: in this place as I feel my feet on the earth.

It’s my birthday, another few inches of snow fell overnight and I took the afternoon off to play in the snow with my daughter and grandson. 😃

I feel tender when I think of you-who-reads-my-words, especially these days. There’s a lot coming at us and I hope you will take refuge in your own tender heart, in your own words.

Do you have a transactional relationship that you need help unwinding from?

There are times when the best medicine is to stick your head in the sand. This is exactly what one friend wanted to do last week. When overwhelmed by dissonance, confusion, anger, gut wrenching fear and existential angst, avoiding reality - for a little while - can be an act of self care. 

An advantage that we survivors have today is that we’ve already lived through feeling like our people and our world have turned against us.

We humans are capable of working through extreme discomfort - and through this process, we become more human, more beautiful, more real.