mindfulmetamorphos

Whew. Another tender date has passed. Mother’s Day is not my favorite day, and I suspect I’m not alone in that. As a teenager and young adult, I often bypassed my own grief around Mama’s death when I was only twelve. I intentionally focused on the wonderful female figures in my life—my stepmom, sisters, and girlfriends. I expressed gratitude to them with gifts, flowers, and cards. Somehow, this felt like a way of honoring my mom. And in appreciating the gifts of the feminine, I comforted...

Dear Beautiful Beings, I’m truly grateful for your presence and for the way you receive these newsletters. Your willingness to read and engage means more than I can say, and I hope each one offers something meaningful to you. I also want to share that I’ll be moving to ONE newsletter per month—both to honor your time and to ensure what I send feels intentional rather than overwhelming. So here we go with April’s! What’s been most present on my heart lately is ceremony. I’m still quietly...

Recently I returned to Chaa Creek in Belize where we’d just hosted our Sacred Journey With Grief Retreat only a month before. I felt called back, perhaps even guided by Graham when the flight on his birthday was inexplicably half the price of all others within weeks. I was thrilled to be invited back by my dear friend Bryony, daughter of Chaa Creek’s founders and now its managing director. We’d met in the ’90s when she was my student at the Academy of the Sacred Heart in Louisiana—one of...