I know that what we are seeing is not just a massive group of people pushing feelings and discomfort onto others in violence. But it is also that.

What will the seasons look like for my adult daughter when she grows up? What renewal is possible?

Turns out, doing nothing is really (really) hard.

I can’t say that I don’t feel the tug of youth-as-beauty. It is pervasive, almost automatic, and it takes mindfulness and presence to return to the present.

Yoga says, not “stay as you are,” but rather “when we truly are, we evolve.”

Who we are is contextual, in motion, and deeply affected by the narratives in our heads.

How do we find the balance between what we should endure and what we really should not.

This time, I tell myself, I want to look at it (even) more realistically, building in (even) more moments of rest.

From where I’m sitting, it looks like Generation Z has what they need to survive. And more.

Someone wise once said that humans will do almost anything to avoid being confronted with their own soul. But when we stop avoiding it, we are blown away by awe.

My grandmother was ruthlessly honest when she did not understand my fashion or other choices. But she was never dismissive or judgmental.

I learned over time. First to feel, then to sort the feelings out from each other, then to express them, and then to accept them without shame.

Sometimes, we are given the rare gift of distance. A sense that we can see ourselves from the outside, and that, when we do, it is all good.

This past week, I dreamed I had dinner with someone I have wronged deeply in the past.

We already know how to halt the warming of the planet. We already know how to not burn out. We already know how to love each other.

We can’t ever choose someone else’s response. Only our own. But in that choice is a latent universe of freedom, empathy, and love.

When does stability mean calcification?

We can’t go back. We can’t go forward. We can just be. One long string of nows, each one a possibility to love.

There is spaciousness in my closets and in my chest. I treasure that.

Guilt is not a good way to move through life. It can be a motivator for change, but it is the release of guilt that actually makes change happen.