A Rebel, Angels, Inspiration & Holidays

I went back and forth this morning, wondering, is today the day? Will I write something for the blog and publish it or not? I’m in the bedroom, sitting on top of the spread, surrounded by yarn and pillows. It’s super quiet. The sun is shining brightly—finally!— and this room feels extra comfy, filled with…

Smiling Is Not Required

Yesterday, while at a gas station, a stranger locked unfriendly, cold eyes on mine for about ten seconds. I had no intention of writing about him, but I just spent forty minutes in meditation, asking to be shown what to write here next. I don’t want to say I regret asking. But I confess to…