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Money Mind

Coming into entrepreneurship after a lifetime of corporate business has thrown me into a tailspin time and again, over these past couple of years. No doubt every single article, podcast and blog post is right: this work can be just as arduous as it is creative, liberating and lucrative. Lucrative...right. I’ve never seen myself as someone who comes from a mindset of scarcity. I am forever thankful for the comforts I had growing up, and for the life I have now with my own family. Gratitude comes up almost daily in my journal writings and I must sound like a broken record thanking Spirit for the people in my life and the opportunities I’m afforded. And still, money comes up for me all the

Grief: Step by Step Guide

There has been a lot of talk and writings on the concept of grief, as it relates to the global hurt we’re going through right now. This idea that we’re collectively missing what was normal only a month ago; all the bits and pieces we’ve used to define who we are, what we do, how things work. Structures, systems, behaviors and routines that have for so long, given us a perception there’s really just this one way of doing things; of being. As proposed by Elisabeth Kübler-Ross in her book, On Death and Dying, there are five stages to grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression and acceptance. There have been many articles published, recently, breaking down the pandemic into these stages as

How Will You Be Here?

This passage of time has thrown most of us for a loop. This is Week 4 of our shelter in place order and, aside from home schooling and the projects I’ve been working on, the calendars are blank, there are no deadlines and it’s easy to lose track of the days. This is especially true on Saturday, which feels an awful lot like Friday...and like Tuesday for that matter. But the slow and steadiness of this new life pace has such potential for new insights and creative expression. It kicks up momentum for change and asks us to mend what’s been broken for a long time; systems and structures built on injustice, a dishonoring of our natural resources, our collective jonesing for more and more stuf


I listened for the oceanic wave of traffic just beyond my Redwood grove today, and there was nothing but quiet. The quiet of no one going anywhere. Reminiscent of nothing I’ve heard before. And the houses were dark and I wondered if birdsong would be louder this year, with all this stillness we’re told to maintain for our own safety. Maybe the coyote cubs and the owls will stay long enough for us to know hearing them wasn’t a dream. The pace of everything has slowed and it’s hard to see the good in that — having been fed a hearty diet of quickness and box checking. But there is goodness here. The coyote knows. Just ask the owl. Two wild neighbors who can see through darkness; whose every sen