#karma #wearamask #justiceforall 
Sometimes when I feel lost, I force myself to open a blank Word doc and face the unknown. It feels like the hardest thing to do. But as I type on my keyboard, a doorway inevitably appears and I enter a scene, a story, a memory, a rant, a question and then if I stay long enough a voice emerges, my voice. And this is how I find myself again. It’s the feeling of: “Ah, there you are. I really missed you.” I’m telling you this because wherever you go that brings you home to yourself, please do us all a favor and force yourself to go there. The world needs us to find and speak out from our truest selves again and again. Now more than ever. #smashthepatriarchy #libertyandjusticeforall #humanresilience #feminist #womensempowerment #memoirwriting #truthtelling #strongwomen #womenwriters 
#challengeaccepted #womensupportingwomen #runningwiththewolves 
I was really sick and out of it for awhile. What a brutaful world I woke up to. And how changed I am. More porous now, like my skin and bones and beliefs and all the structures that held me separate from you, from all of this big messy life, no longer exist. I’m a riptide of rage, despair, hope, wrenching pain, shame, righteousness, humility, determination, exhaustion, creativity, deadness, stillness, urgency, the past, the present, the future -- all churning in my body at once. Rethinking and re-evaluating everything about how I live and how I can serve. My mouth is now covered whenever I engage with the public--which is ironic for a writer and feminine empowerment coach, who is oriented toward public voice. But this has been the blessing during these months of illness--forcing me to be, to feel, to listen, to not write or produce or even talk much. To surrender to the process of healing. I don't know what will come, but I do know this is exactly where I am supposed to be: bowing to the voices and painful truths that need to be elevated and heard and surrendering to the collective healing that so desperately wants to come. #iwillfightforyou #listeningandlearninh #letmeserve 
Well, I got sick, but I am getting better. Never could get a COVID-19 test. Had all the symptoms, though. Two docs worked with me remotely—advising me to assume I had “It” and stay inside and do everything I could to avoid needing hospital care. That seems to be the standard advice for untested sick folks these days. So far, it’s worked for me. If you are in this situation, here are some things that helped: a prescription inhaler, clear, broth-based soups, hot tea with honey (especially ginger tea), Epsom salt baths, lots of naps. Probiotics. A regimen of supplements (message me if you’d like to know more about these). Audible books – Lincoln in the Bardo and Normal People. Apple TV’s “Morning Show” because I love Reese, Jennifer and Steve Carrol. Trying to stay away from news—or at least only check it four times a day. Harry Potter movies. And the good fortune to have a loving family and dear friends caring for me. Stay healthy and stay sheltered in place everyone. We’ll get through this. #alltthingsmustpass #covidliving #notests #shelterinplace #thingswillgetbetter #chickensoup #harrypottertherapy #audiblebooks #igetbywithalittlehelpfrommyfriends 
Storytime. This was different than the other defining moments the nation had seen in recent lifetimes. Like 9-11—we were united in our realization that “security” was an illusion—as it always was and will be. But unlike the days of 9-11, we didn’t go to Disneyland or shopping malls or war like the stupid, then-president told the people to do—trying to trick us into believing that would help us feel better. This time there were no Disneyland or mall visits. There were no other countries or ethnic groups we could blame, though our current stupid president still tried. All of us, everywhere, were in this together. And all we could do was stay home. So we did just that. We went inside and cared for each other. Some of us worked from home. Some of us read books and Tarot cards. Some of us made love. Some of us made soup. Some of us foraged for groceries and toilet paper. We listened for coughs and sneezes. We felt each other’s foreheads for fevers. We did our best to comfort and home-school our children. All the pets were thrilled. The writers, painters, photographers, musicians, and all the other artists started sharing their beauty and insights however they could. Teachers of dance, yoga and meditation offered classes online for donations. Farmers supplied fresh food. Restaurants made takeout meals. Hospital workers gave their lives and saved the lives of many. And when it was over, we emerged from our homes and opened our eyes to a new world. So much had changed. We’d lost loved ones. Our businesses had faltered. Nothing about money made sense. It was devastating. We were scared. And yet here we were. It was time to build anew. Determined to correct our course and live better. With more care & kindness. More connection with this glorious planet. We built new world structures that were attuned to reality & goodness. The days of the big virus had finally passed. They really did, though we weren’t sure they would. And we were forever changed. #bestoftimesworstoftimes #miracleworkers #oneworld #allinthistogether #Covid19 #resilience