I've lived abroad for over half my life and in Guatemala for 14 years. So there is no moment when I step back from my life and take stock of where I stand more than when I visit loved ones who live very differently to me in the States.  There is no moment when the choices I've made toward the path less taken, and I'm not talking about location here, are put up to the mirror.  There is no moment when it's easier to dismiss or question my own compass and wily navigation which I myself could...

“Writing is the act of reaching into the void of the unknown and pulling forth a reality only your heart can see.” - Argelia Salmon A writing circle is a ceremony. Every gathering is a mystery waiting to unfold. Every prompt is a gateway. Every share is an offering. Every listener is a witness. Every voice is a mirror. Every word is the heart finding a way to help us remember and guide our way back home. Every laugh, sigh, and tear are alchemy. Every deep breath is an opening.  In this...

What happens when we are faced with a moment of emotional flooding or emotional deluge, overcome by pain point triggers which seem to find us? What collapses the spaciousness within us when we become so pinned against our experience that we are held in suffering, rumination, freeze, or reactivity? Have you noticed how usually in that moment, we resist? We resist something—what is, others, or ourselves. We resist life.  What can we bring to that moment to make ourselves vast enough to hold and...