I set out this evening around sunset to engage in my nature trail ritual. My dog calmly stood beside me between the water oaks while I opened with qigong. I opened my arms up to the branches and admired how full of leaves they were. I noticed orange butterflies flying around each other in front…

This past week, I found myself living inside a myth—a series of experiences that unfolded like chapters in a story I didn’t know I was writing. Each moment felt symbolic, each encounter layered with meaning. As I reflect on these events, I see them as stages in the Hero’s Journey—a spiral of resurrection and self-discovery.…

On the night of the Blood Moon eclipse, I took a solo walk in the Maryland woods, carrying six tarot cards, six stones, and the weight of both memory and possibility. The path I chose was one I had walked before with my aunt—familiar, yet almost new again, like returning to family stories only to…

A remembering of rhythm, resurrection, and the soul’s return to flight Two nights ago, I watched Resident Alien curled up beside my husband. The episode was quirky and hilarious as usual, but it surprised me with something tender. Harry, once alien, now fully human, was trying to understand the human experience. He didn’t have a…