February, by the Spoonful.
I’m cozy. Like, cozy af, in my January flow.
Cozy = Careful not to let the new-year/new-me
Trusting Joy, Honoring Grief: The Quiet Work of a Healing Body
Is there another way this moment wants to meet me today?
Is there a softness or a shift I didn’t notice before?
Is there a joy tucked inside the edges of this thing I thought I already understood?
Grief is a Threshold
We live inside a culture that tells us we don’t have time for grief.
☑️ Bills need paying
☑️ Families need
Savoring September
Whether you’re new to my Grounds (welcome!) or have been moving with for a while (hip bump)—thank you
2 Years Since Fare of the Free Child Died
Two years ago today I did something that, at the time, felt both right and strange: I let Fare of