Healing Homescaping

15/03/2026

Resisting rigidity again and always and probably forever.

There really is so much valuable information at our fingertips regarding women’s health, and increasingly on women’s health during perimenopause and menopause. It’s actually really wonderful that so many more women have access to not only good information but quality medical care and emotional support that wasn’t available ten years ago.

I have taken a lot of this information and have developed some really good daily practices that I believe are supporting me in staying strong and healthy as I age and my body and hormones evolve.

I have a routine.

What I’m noticing, however, the more I sit with myself in quiet moments, is an emerging rigidity around these beneficial practices.

I notice that I feel guilt when, for whatever reason, I don’t do my morning exercises or I don’t start the day with enough protein or my meditation session turns into scrolling. Or I skip my gratitude practice.

My thoughts lead to shaming myself for not engaging in this “self care” regime. Well, I guess it’s on me if I get diabetes from indulging in sweet things, or if my body weight surpasses what I idealize, if my squishy belly won’t be confined to my jeans, if I start losing my hair, or have a heart attack, or fall into dementia. It will be due to a failing on my part to follow the rules and instructions that science and the experts have provided.

I am highly susceptible to rigidity. I take all of the wonderful science and medical expertise and I turn it into strict and uncompromising rules for myself.

I have forgotten that my body is highly intelligent and adaptive and has its own wisdom.

I’m learning over and over again that life’s nature is to flow, and I keep wanting to build little dams thinking they will protect me and keep me safe. My body and spirit crave the flow.

Here I have been stressed because I haven’t adhered to my routine for the last few days, but here’s what I realized: I feel just as good today as I did the other day when I followed my routine.

I am free to follow my body’s appetites and need for rest. Life and health must be the flow. That feels true and light.

07/03/2026

A healing space to dream, create, ground and center.

06/03/2026

Into my night my refuge.

01/03/2026

I heard Iranian mothers screaming for their babies bombed by the United States of America and Israel, and I heard the government of the United States of America define a “noble death” to American mothers.

My body feels equal parts of RAGE and stirring to CREATE.

I woke up yesterday morning to the news that my son was stuck in Abu Dhabi due to bomb threats. My conversation with him started with a warning not to venture out or do any exploring because as an American, he is a target.

But as I said that something inside of me died and in that second I tapped into my desire for my children to live free and learn and explore, and I corrected myself. I told him to go out and taste the food and go to the sea and live. To be clear, he would not have listened to me anyway.

As with so many other areas of my life, I feel a new layer of fear peeling away from my body as I enter another level of understanding of what I can and can’t control.

I acknowledge that it is far easier for people of privilege with white skin to do this.

I’m living in a community that has lost too much and is attempting to heal from ICE’s threats and atrocities. We are entering war with Iran. And Palestine continues to suffer as American and Israeli powers insist on erasing its people and culture.

My plan is to become so life affirming it’s annoying.

I’m going to nourish my body with good food, I’m going to step into nature everyday, I’m going to rest, and be in community as much as my introverted spirit allows.

My home is filled with plants and cats and one million unfinished artistic projects. My home will be a tribute to nature and wild things.

I am planning on planting most of the front and backyard with native prairie plants and fruits and vegetables. I will learn how to store food over the winter and I will share any excess.

I will seek out opportunities to experience joy, alone and with others. I’m going to move my body how it wants to move, and learn to use my voice, not just for communication, but for release. I’m going to let the little girl inside me decorate the woman I am now, resisting the temptation to correct her. She knows the way.

You know the way too.

26/02/2026

I scream in the car.

There’s really nowhere else to do it. I’m trying to release my RAGE at the patriarchy and men and MAGA and the FILES.

Imagine if every woman feeling that same rage right now just screamed, wherever they are. Can you even imagine. A vibration that powerful could shift our collective consciousness.

But tonight I’m falling into the quiet knowing of divine feminine energy, soft and gentle and soothing. Sipping tea in bed, my body softening for sleep. I can feel my grandmothers around me. I can feel the heart thread that connects every woman on this earth.

Sleep well, sisters. Tonight we rest, tomorrow we rage.

22/02/2026

Allowing the moments of the day to reveal themselves slowly. Moments of noticing, feeling my heart beat and my body breathe. I am my own rhythm.

The week will be work but today, these moments are all mine.

16/02/2026

Morning peace and a prayer for matriarchy.

16/02/2026

I rested and created this weekend.

I’m a white woman, so I am used to the privilege of taking a break from the outside reality when I am tired. I do not take that for granted.

I explored my thawing yard that has been snow covered for months, I made a light fixture from a lamp shade, a basket, and cocoa leaves I gathered from India, I cut up lots of fruit and cooked rice and veggies and beans, I painted my front door, I took naps, snuggled with my cats, did some garden planning, and daydreamed.

Tomorrow it’s back to work and the necessary community building and activism that will save us and move us in a new direction.

14/02/2026

08/02/2026

Worship nature.

Bring yourself back to raw truth, grace, abundance, freedom.

It is all here, and it is not to be owned, or hoarded, or exploited for personal gain.

It is for life. All life. It is the gift we were all given regardless of species, of race, of gender.

It is not something to be earned. It is not given to us as the result of work.

It just is. Like we are, all of it in all of us.

Don’t believe the lies that separate you from your birthright; the sun, the air, the trees, the water, the sacred ground; food and drink and shelter.

Believe in nature, not in billionaires, white supremacy, not consumerism, not borders, not war.

Surround yourself with nature, with perfect imperfection, look at the impossible beauty of the winding branches and roots and leaves, the texture and grit of wild, persistent old growth, the fresh and naive knowing of an unfolding bud, the scars that make grooves and patterns that are proof.

It’s you and it’s me. And it’s time to remember and reclaim ourselves and to not stop until everyone gets a taste of what is theirs.

06/02/2026

Lately.

Nothing is the same, and that is both terrible and wonderful.

I’m tired and energized.

This time requires action; do what you can, where you can, when you can.

Be an ICE observer

Make a sign

Get to know your neighbors

Eat nutritious food and stay hydrated

Find an organization that works on an issue you care about deeply and ask them how you can help

Get a good night’s sleep

Listen to the voices in your community; Black, Latino, Hmong, Somali, children

Seek joy, find it, and share it generously

Give food, give money to the groups feeding the hungry

Sing. Alone or together, in public or private. Get your vibe out into the world

Call your local and federal senators and representatives

Scream. Trust me

Listen to black and brown voices and amplify them

Go to therapy

Get outside and move your body

Speak your truth

Bring your best, weirdest energy into the world everyday

To name a few

31/01/2026

Taking a break in this world is white privilege.

To have a nervous system that is not constantly on high alert is white privilege.

To choose when to fight for and work towards justice is white privilege.

To have choices is white privilege.

We take our rest and we step into our community and carry the understanding that if our neighbors are not free, nobody is free.

Go for a walk in your neighborhood. Talk to your neighbors. Listen to your neighbors. Help your neighbors. This is how we build an America that is for everyone.

F**k ICE.