Winter, growing up in Michigan, always makes me think of being dormant. It was always bone chilling cold, dark, and when it snowed, everything was covered with a magical blanket of quiet. Looking back, that combination begs for rest. I wish that’s what it could have been. But it can now, if I let it. Being raised in a culture where performance was essential for proving your worth, rest was seen as weak. Doing as much as you could, meeting everyone’s needs and keeping a good a

That’s a quote I heard from one of my favorite storytellers (Cheryl Strayed). Her Mom would tell her that right up until she died of...

As I set out, I do hope to bring friends along. Not because I know best where to go but because they want to go too. Adventuring with my friends along the way and being in it together, I’m certain, will be magical. Sometimes they lead, sometimes I lead. Because we are ALL pathfinders just trying to find the treasures.