February 2026

Yesterday, during a three-hour online Mystical Memoir workshop, the invitation given was to write in response to several prompts. One being: Before I Die. And another: Since You've Been Gone. Loved ones lived in the ink I pressed to the pages. Later, in the morning, I accidentally spilled half a glass of water onto my desk, and my words spread and blurred. I cried some more. Tenderness was the word I latched onto as I wiped up the mess and placed the soggy papers on the floor to dry in the sunlight. This morning, as I turn the calendar page on my desk, I notice this, too, had been touched by the blur, and so I took it as a sign to soften. I turned down the light, took the offered cup of tea in my hands, and blew across the surface while making a wish. It's the same wish I often make, but it's a new day...xo

January 2026

 January 2026

And just like that...a turn of

of the page, a turn of the head.

Here's to seeing the beauty in

the smallest moments, in the simple things

 in front of our eyes, and the loved ones

we may or may not be in touch with:

yet the ones who we share memories

and love with. May we hold one another

in peace and LOVE. xo