Its been almost three years since I last posted, and I have no idea where to start. As my last post was about the passing of my dad, starting back after that felt all the more tricky. Like, I needed to bridge the gap somehow but I didn’t know how to in a way that was authentic. That said, I am eager to get some words out so I’ll simply begin again, as I have every other time.

As it is as true for whole world, it is also true for me. The past few years have held so much, almost more than I could handle. There has been a sense of floating “in-between space”… lots of grief… tons of transition. Despite the Covid of it all, a beautiful live has emerged. I got married, became a step-mom, and recently transition into an incredible job. I finally feel really at home in California, there is a lot of good and I am grateful for that. I feel myself surface and while the sun is in my eyes and the air is burning my lungs, this is right.

Back in November I attended a retreat in Ojai led by Rob Bell, someone whose writing I have admired for a long time, through it’s many many iterations. It was there, I was sharing that I felt that there was something to say but I didn’t know if it even worthwhile. Why add to the existing noise? There isn’t a good reason except that this practice answers questions for me which remain unanswered elsewhere and that will have to suffice as good enough for now.