Weaving the Liminal: Being Held
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Weaving the Liminal: Being Held

This week I found myself floating in and out of containers—spaces created through friendship, creativity, music, nature, and moments of connection. From shared meals and summer solstice gatherings to rainy walks and unexpected encounters, I noticed the many doorways we move through and the places where we are held.

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Weaving the Liminal: Creating Constellations
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Weaving the Liminal: Creating Constellations

A collection of vivid moments from an ordinary week—moonlight, sidewalk gatherings, shared meals, poetry, and unexpected tenderness—woven into a quiet reflection on presence and everyday magic.

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Weaving the Liminal: At the Threshold
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Weaving the Liminal: At the Threshold

She’s emerging.
Slowly.
The part of me that delights easily, loses track of time in conversation. The part that remembers what it’s like to be in a group where there’s closeness and connection, yet each of us has room to be fully ourselves, fully present.

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Constellations: Everything is Illuminated
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Constellations: Everything is Illuminated

On his way out the door, a friend of mine made it a point to pull up a chair next to me at the counter and recite his latest poems. I noticed his pocket notebook was thicker than the last. He said he had to make room for his future poems, especially when inspiration hit. One morning I woke up to a text message sent at 4 AM - a poem a friend wrote after waking up from a dream.

A friend thanked me for the advice that I didn’t give him. I merely told him that only he could truly know what he wanted or needed to do in his life.

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She Lives Inside Me: Her Love Shines Through
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She Lives Inside Me: Her Love Shines Through

One of my oldest friends from high school sent me a letter recently, sharing a memory of me giving her a hug when she came back to school after her mom had died. I’ve always known that we can’t say the right thing when someone is grieving. I also know that we choose how we show up for others when they are.

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Dark Garden
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Dark Garden

Words as spells. Seeds in dark earth. A voice coming into full bloom.

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In darkness, stars shine. A poem about wildness and the constellations of your journey.

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Making Space for More
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Making Space for More

On The Fool archetype, dandelion seeds, and the transformative power of leaping into the unknown.

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