Hello!
I know I have been absent from this site for what feels to me like a LOOONG time. YOU have been on my mind this entire time.
Thank you for hanging in with me. Thank you for your continued curiosity. Thank you for your patience. Most importantly, thank YOU for choosing to share your precious time with me.
Much has been on my mind. I will not share all… at least for now.
I will resume where I promised long ago to lead you. I will then invite you to skip with me to where I am now. May this frolic fill what is wanting, overflow what is abundant and absorb what wants to be forgotten.
When I left the ICU1 I was euphoric. Not because I was able to speak again (marginally and with unspeakable instructions to resist talking for another month2) or eat again or wear my own clothes again, though these were all welcomed changes. I was euphoric because I was seeing and hearing and feeling my life and the world around me with Intensity. (Which, having left the Intensive care unit, is kinda ironic…)
I had a singular focus: heal. Without thinking about How, or if it made sense or was right or best, I Trusted. How did that show up? At any given moment, I did whatever my body/spirit/soul required. I walked. I sat down anywhere, at any moment, because I could. Because I needed to. Then I walked some more. I looked up into the undersides of trees. I heard the birds rehearsing symphonies. I smiled at people—looked them in the eyes—feeling connected without a word. Followed the scampers of squirrels and labrynthic dance of bees. I stepped onto paths that were off the beaten path or paved path or designated path.
I discovered I could.
I discovered the gifts that awaited. All around. Everywhere.
Even in the shadows.
I encountered the beauty that arises when things fall as they may.
I experienced life’s will to grow where it can…
…where it will…
…as well as go when it must.
I have come to believe I am part Redwood. I feel better when I am among them. I had no idea how many surround where I have walked for ages. They comfort in a silence so distinctly their own. A towering softness that invites stillness. I leaned, kissed, nuzzled and knelt. A wordless welcome.
Wandering With Intention creates Worlds of Wonder and has become one of my mantras. The other, as many of you may have already gleaned, is …because I can. Both came from this time of Intensive Care filled with Intensive Healing. The second, as a result of the first.
As I wandered with great permission, freedom and purpose, the Intention to listen and explore and nurture what was in need led me places I may have been though never had seen with invitations so keen…
Which brings us to this story’s end so as to make space for another’s story’s words to emerge. I hope you will continue to journey with me, to save our planet and humanity by communicating Love. Now more than ever, for we only have Right Now.
Beginning tomorrow, I am excited to finally begin releasing excerpts from my forth-coming book: Heart Sounds: How a Stethoscope, a Magic Wand and a Fishing Pole Teach Us to Listen for What Matters Most.
Chapter 1 will be shared in its entirety without need for new subscription. After that, I will be sharing different ways for you to engage. If you LOVE to read AND give feedback, I will have a delicious option for you! If you LOVE to read tangible versions of books, you will have options to help bring this book into tangible existence by joining a sustainer-subscription which will give you full access to all the online chapters as they are released on substack as well as signed-edition hard copies of the book featuring a unique font being hand crafted just for the occasion (along with other magical, tangible bonus gifts) once in press in early 2024.
Thank you for all your support, past, present and future. Your presence holds me upright at times when the world makes it feel easier to want to uproot and lay it all to rest. You are like branches of a Redwood, sourcing sustenance inward so life can grow outward. No words on any virtual page will ever be able to communicate the energy you provide save one: Love. May you allow your heart to be filled with mine by simply taking my words for it.3
If you are just joining this story and like to ingest information in a linear pattern, then you might find it supportive to begin at the beginning with “What are you waiting for?”
Pun intended:)
All puns lovingly intended:)