03/01/2026
Yesterday was my birthday, I turned 43 years old. Reflecting upon what has been and the mysteries of what are still yet to unfold. Bowing in reverence to all the journeys this physical body has led me through. Moving me through profound love, heartbreaking loss, joy, sadness, and everything in between.
All of it etched gently into my face, my skin, my bones. Sacred evidence of a life lived. A reminder of the PRIVILEGE of aging. The privilege of beginning again. And again. And returning home.
Over these 43 years, I have grown and unraveled, stretched and softened, shed old skins and remembered who I truly am. Everything guiding me back to my truest essence. The spiral continues.
In a culture that does not celebrate aging, that does everything possible to suppress it and avoid honoring it — I honor it all. I am one of the lucky ones who gets to still be here, to still love so deeply that my heart feels like it may explode some days. So thank you to this body that moves me through this life. Thank you for the reminders of the life I have lived that show up as sacred etchings upon my body. Thank you to this body that brought life into this world. Thank you for this powerful vessel of love.
We are all miracles. What a blessing it is to be alive. 🙏🏼