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Yesterday was a day of joy — a whole Sunday spent with my daughter Karen and my grandchildren Josephine and Anton. Their laughter, questions, and l...

Dear Friends, 🥰 Yesterday’s circle stayed with me — the stories, the qualities we brought, and Karen’s share of Stephen Dinan’s powerful article Tu...

Dear readers,I’ve been quiet for a while, sitting with a truth I’ve carried for years—one I’m now ready to share more publicly. This piece is not j...

I could also have titled this chapter: When a Kind Comment Stings: Listening Through the Spirals of the Present, the Past, and the Pattern It began...

On the morning of July 31st, 2025, as my holiday drew to a close and the first Airbnb guest settled in, I felt a quiet pull. It was the kind of imp...

This morning’s contemplation was unusually fruitful. I don’t even know where to begin. Lately, my thoughts have been circling around how to promote...

In a world overflowing with words, advice, and noise, a sacred need is rising: the need to be heard without interruption, to speak without fear of ...

A few nights ago, after hosting a storytelling circle titled Lighting from Within – Sustaining Heart-Centered Living, I received a message from Reg...

Yesterday I hosted my 9th in-person circle under Silvers. We began with drinks in the sitting room, shared an open-hearted dinner at 7:30 pm, then ...

From the book-in-progress: Learning to Listen Beyond Logic… and Loving Without Fixing It began with a simple message from a wise woman I deeply res...

Dementia is not just a breakdown of the brain.
It is often a fracturing of identity, soul-fragments retreating, unreconciled grief, accumulated noise never given silence.
It is not a punishment. Nor always preventable.
But it is sometimes a quiet cry:
“Let me go where the timeline is softer. Let me return to the garden where memory is not required to feel loved.”

Yesterday, I turned 80. Today, I sat with Bakri — my beloved shamanic drum — and listened deeply. What came through wasn’t a teaching to hold onto...