“Things are a bit stagnant—hubs, home, biz, life,” Lauren vulnerably wrote to me just prior to our first coaching session.
My heart grieved this morning and tears flowed.
I received a text from a dear friend, and Next Generation Yoga grad, with an update on her family in New Orleans. Her parents were sheltering upstairs at their neighbors during the storm and her mom tragically passed. Her father, thankfully, survived.
I am busy – in the middle of an important phone call and simultaneously making dinner – when suddenly I am distracted by the sound of noisy birds outside my open door. I see House Finch low to the ground underneath Pinon Tree – flapping their wings and doing something unfamiliar to me.
A few weeks ago I got to visit with my family in Portland, Oregon. It was my nephew’s Bar Mitzvah and my immediate family gathered for the first time since months before the onset of the pandemic. Side-note, my nephew JJ absolutely rocked reading from the Torah.
Being in my community (thank you!), you likely know that I recently made a big transition by ending my “home-free” stint and moving into a loft space in Santa Fe, New Mexico – Tewa Territory. The journey to get to this place where I am now, surprisingly, was not any easy choice. But it was an act of self-care …