Hold On: Surviving The Dark Night of the Soul

I’m in the desert. Well, it’s sort of the desert. It’s really a mish-mash, a smorgasbord, a cacophony of reds and blues and purples and muted greens and earthy browns and soft yellows and hints of white… It’s lyrical. Mountains meet desert, rocks meet sky, layers of…

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Channeling Love

Sometimes, I get stuck thinking about Emily Rapp. I don’t want to do this. Her life has been undoubtedly painful of late. I know this even though I’ve never met her. She lost her son recently. He had Tay Sachs’ disease. He died the day after Valentine’s…

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Death-i-versary

I read a piece today by a man I’ve never met. His name is Robert Wilder. He’s in Santa Fe. I have a thing for Santa Fe. It’s gorgeous. It’s small. It’s elite. One of my students from my former life, my Baptiste life, my Indigo life, she…

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