The Desert Within is a Heart-Centered sanctuary where I can access Silence, Stillness, and Solitude within the movement. Within the noise. With-In the often chaotic, spinning spiral hustle and bustle, deep in the thick of it, dance of life! 

I’ve learned that identifying which cycle of life I predominantly find myself in, is one of the most profound ways, I can connect more deeply with my soul, what she’s asking of me and where she’d like me to place my attention and devotion. Just as all the elements are always intermingling throughout our being, so too are the cycles.

If you’re someone who’s known me intimately over the past 25 years you’ve likely heard me mention my vision for Sage for my Sisters, at least once, if not a thousand times. Some probably wondered when I would stop talking about it and finally just go for it. I myself wondered many times and I honestly allowed her to fully die and be reborn over and over.

It’s still surprising to me how easily we can lose ourselves. Our highest & deepest selves that is. Lose ourselves to old patterns, wounds & beliefs systems. To fear, judgements, comparisons, & over consumption of all that “wrong” within ourselves & the world at large! To the endless mind swirl of what if’s & if only‘s. To the collective grief & trauma so many of us are processing - attempting to wrap our heads & hearts around & find individually appropriate heart centered actions to take in the face of such profound collective chaos.

Vulnerability and tenderness are a fierce superpower. I believe they are absolutely fundamental to being in our power. They ground us in our body. Ground us in what is raw and real and fully present in the moment. Ground us smack dab in the center of our hearts, where I fully believe all the magic happens.

It’s the questions that have always guided my path. These often seemingly unanswerable questions that pull me into the depths of my heart. All I can do is hold them and walk with them and have faith, the answers will come just by taking the next right step, and the next, and the next.

Some call me a dreamer, as if it were an insult. Damn fucking straight I’m a dreamer. Dreams are what I’m made of. Dreams are the potions and lotions and herbal infusions and healing salves that have pulled me up and out the darkness time and time again.

Being alone requires bravery.
Only in solitude do you discover parts of yourself you might not be proud of.

There are moments when staying awake to our own path and unfolding can feel unbearable. The discomfort in accepting certain truths makes us want to run for the hills, close our eyes, turn back, will it away, go into some sort of illusionary hiding.