a glimpse of my authentic life
I’m beginning this on Friday, 19 December 2025 at home in Longmont, CO. After a massive wind storm early this morning, there have been hours of eerie dead silence. No wind, no sun, no people, no cars, no planes, no birds, even the heat furnace silent due to the warm 63 degree outside temperature. At about 5:30 this morning gale force gusts woke me…
On the outside, I live a mostly quiet, solitary life. I haven’t yet found my “tribe” here in Colorado. On the inside, however, there is always an expansive reality to explore. These days, the so-called “real” world feels less and less real to me. I believe that we are in an unprecedented time of the evolution of consciousness, and that the truth that has been kept…
Decades ago I entered a competition in which I had to write a 150 word description of myself as if I were the protagonist in a novel. I was one of the winners. Here’s what it said:
She saw herself as the heroine of her own literary affairs du coeurs. She’d had three husbands, an inter-dimensional relationship with a famous Russian, a liaison with a younger…
I’ve now been living in Longmont CO for over three and half months, and I must admit that, much sooner than I could have imagined, I came to the point where I no longer looked back. I can’t say that Colorado now feels like home, although it does feel like the absolute right place for me to be. The idea of “home” has become more difficult to define lately…
There often comes a time on a spiritual path that everything appears to fall apart, and that it takes everything falling apart to find the courage to make a leap – into another space, another life, another self. Five months into the healing of my fractured right arm/shoulder, Hurricane Helene hit Asheville NC, the place I had called home for thirty-three years…