01/13/2026
Hey y’all. I have always tried to be a good steward of this page. I care about your nervous system and I care about my own and I care about how what I share here impacts both of us.
For years I have shared content meant to comfort, uplift and inspire. Over time this space has become a soft healing space for me and for many kindhearted people sharing their own journeys.
I hope you know how much I appreciate you. As a mostly homebound disabled person, this connection matters more than I can say. I am grateful for the chance to share my life, writing and art here.
I’m not an influencer. I’m not a teacher. I’m not a life coach. I am just a person sharing my healing journey. Along the way this openness has connected me with people all over the world. Many have become dear friends. What exists here now is a real community built on genuine connections and real feelings.
Because this space is about honesty I need to share my grief about what is happening in my country.
I love being an American. Despite our many struggles across generations, I have always felt that I belong here. I was born in California. In the United States. This is my homeland.
And now the memo coming from the ones in power frames people like me as the bad dudes. Not for causing harm, but for our beliefs, our identities and our willingness to speak out against those who abuse power.
I am disheartened by my fellow Americans who have embraced and empowered the cynical, dark and dangerous path we are on.
I feel grief for what has been lost, alongside the sobering recognition that some of what was lost was an illusion anyway. What I have gained now is a clearer view of hard truths. Truths that have always existed, but are impossible for me to unsee.
And still the love I have lived is real. My love for this land is real. I have known genuine connections with Americans from all backgrounds, in towns and cities from coast to coast. I lived that love. Felt that love. Shared that love. And that tells me something true still lives here.
I’m not without hope. You give me hope. I see you standing up for peace, empathy and democracy. I see you standing up for human dignity and basic rights. I notice those of you aligning with kindness through your actions.
I see you by the hundreds meeting and walking with the monks and Aloka the peace dog. I see the monks and Aloka offering a livestreaming example of prayer, compassion, presence and courage.
More truth is coming into view and illusions are falling away fast, but I refuse to let bitterness take root. Systems that harm depend on despair to survive. I won’t give them that. Nope.
I’m gonna stay close to people who carry hope in how they live. People shaping a kinder world through their character, choices and care.
Please know I will continue to be mindful of your nervous system here, and mine. I’m making art. Sharing words I hope are helpful. Taking care of my family. Making calls, speaking out and showing up in the ways I can. All is not lost. Hope is alive. You’re not alone. I’m here, we’ll get through this together 🤍
