04/03/2026
Over the past several months, I know that I have been quiet here. From the Fall Equinox to the Spring, I have been engaged in an unanticipated and deeply personal chapter of my life. My father completed his earthly journey and quietly passed away in February. During this time, I intentionally stepped back from posting and sharing, choosing to hold this experience privately and with care.
Rumi reminds us... This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. Welcome and entertain them all! Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows, who violently sweep your house empty of its furniture, still, treat each guest honorably.
I find myself called into deeper work, honoring all the guests who have lived within and alongside me as I move into this next phase of life, now as a daughter without a father. Some fathers teach through presence and guidance, others through contrast and complexity. My father’s legacy, more than anything, is one of forgiveness. Through him, I came to know empathy, compassion, and the capacity to find what I need within myself and in others. It was not the path I would have chosen, but it was a teaching nonetheless, and a profound one.
Today is my mother’s birthday, and also Good Friday. I find it meaningful, even auspicious, to contemplate my father’s death and my mother’s life on a day that reflects themes of sacrifice, atonement, and the transformation of suffering.
Fall and winter mark a descent, a necessary turning inward where release, grief, and quiet integration take place. These seasons ask us to trust the unseen work, to remain in relationship with what is ending and what is becoming. Spring does not rush in, it emerges, carrying forward what has been metabolized in the dark and offering renewal that is both grounded and true.
There is much more unfolding. We are developing programming around relationships, trauma, deathcare, men’s work, women’s healing, self-care, and immersive experiences, often called retreats, though Carla would say otherwise. Please do stay tuned!