Love

Femininity isn’t Passive

Femininity is often mistaken for passivity. They're not the same thing. Passivity accepts whatever is placed in front of it. It tolerates poor treatment. It stays quiet to avoid conflict. It believes love is something to be earned through self-sacrifice. I've made this error in my own thinking and have given so much of myself… Continue reading Femininity isn’t Passive

12 Days of Dreaming

August: Roots Before Wings

This year, and perhaps the last several, have felt like a pause. July felt like that more acutely. Life slowed. Sometimes it even felt like nothing was happening. Or that maybe I'd stepped off the path while everyone else around me kept moving forward. Growth and change isn't always visible, though. I've continually been returning… Continue reading August: Roots Before Wings

Life

What the Mud Grows

What type of growth is happening when nothing appears to be changing? It doesn’t surprise me that my life feels slower and calmer now, and that that slow and calm has sometimes been confused with a state of not moving. They say calm after the chaos can feel boring. I think there is truth to… Continue reading What the Mud Grows

Life, Love

What Waters Us

We often think we're shaped by life's biggest moments, but it's the steady nourishment we receive every day that transforms us most. A chance encounter, a classroom experiment, and an older couple dancing led me to reflect on the people, ideas, and relationships that shape not only who we become, but the world we help create.

12 Days of Dreaming

July: The Queen’s Garden

June was emergence. Quite literally for me, as I moved from teaching full-time into summer—a literal emergence from one season into another. Though it didn't unfold the way I imagined it would. Every year, when school ends, I spend the first week of summer doing much the same thing: sleeping, resting, recuperating. Letting my nervous… Continue reading July: The Queen’s Garden

Life

The Practice Match

Sometimes life doesn't hand us the thing we imagined because it wasn't the destination. It was the invitation. The rehearsal. The practice match that shows us we're finally ready when the real thing arrives. Some opportunities change our lives. Others simply reveal that we've already changed.