on practices

This is a picture of my Portland cocoon of two years.

I’m thinking of new beginnings this first week of January. I had many last year and each one allowed me to detach a bit more.

I’m spending time really feeling into what this next year has in store. Giving myself lots of rest and room to recover from so much change. Even if change is what I wanted and intended, it’s necessary and generous to give myself lots of time to let my change-resistant system catch up.

For a lot of people, 2020 was the first year they spent time at home alone for long periods of time (I know some people wished they were alone more!) 2019 was this year for me- nearly every weekend was spent cozied up on the couch listening to teachers, working with a coach, reading, writing and meditating.
It was my way out of many patterns that were keeping me stuck, through the grief of caring for my beloved dying Kopi (best pupper ever), and past years of relationship sabotage. It cleared and paved the way for all of the wonderful changes that happened for me this year despite incredibly challenging worldwide conditions.

And even with so much really positive change, the work is never done. There’s always more stillness, more peace, more forgiveness and self love to be found.