11/25/2025
This morning started in the most unexpected way.
My older dog, Phoebe, woke me at 6am pulling me straight out of a deep sleep and a dream about a huge bear. I stumbled awake, still half in that dream, only to realize she needed to go out now. So there I was, bleary-eyed, opening the door to pouring rain. Absolutely not how I wanted to start my morning… and yet, as she stepped outside, something in me softened.
Phoebe is older, and not long ago she got into medicine she shouldn’t have. It gave us a huge scare one of those moments that reminds you just how quickly life can shift. And as I stood there in the rain, watching her move slowly but steadily, I felt grateful. Grateful that she’s still here to wake me up inconveniently. Grateful for the simple, ordinary moment of caring for her.
Now I’m sitting in a quiet house, waiting for my coffee, with a little unexpected space to write. And this moment feels symbolic of the entire year.
2025 has been a year of intense transformation within myself, in my relationships, and in the deeper layers of my life. So much of it has been hard, stretching, gut-level honest… and yet woven through have been extraordinary moments of clarity, connection, and grace. Life really can change in an instant, and suddenly the whole landscape looks different.
I’m especially grateful for the space I’m in now with my kids and my mom. It feels like a liminal window a sacred in-between and one I know will shift again in the year ahead. Life moves us along such a winding road, full of challenges and blessings, and somehow both shape us equally.
This Thanksgiving will be the first in many years that I’m not hosting. Hosting was always my favorite, having my home full of family brought me so much joy. This year, I’ll be going to a friend’s house. I’m truly happy to spend the day with them… and I’ll miss having my kids with me, too.
Life can be so dualistic like that, joy and ache, gratitude and longing, endings and beginnings all braided together.
Even with the changes, even with the unfamiliar shape of this holiday, I’m grateful. When I feel stressed, I mentally run through what I hold deep gratitude for: my family, my friends, my fur babies, the home we have, my incredible community and clients. I’m grateful to be able to do the work I do and for my connection to Spirit.
If you took the time to read this, I’m grateful for you, too.
Wherever you find yourself this Thanksgiving in celebration, in transition, in healing, in the quiet, or holding the ache of missing those who’ve passed may you feel the small, steady moments of grace that remind you you’re right where you need to be.🌟 🐾