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My Commitment to Anti-racism Growth & Action

I'm making education and action regarding anti-racism a priority. I will stumble, not get it right, mess up, and piss people off, but I'm trying. I vow to do better, even when the task seems daunting and overwhelm threatens to stop me in my tracks.

I Thought I Was Okay

Sometimes when we think we're okay, our insides have another experience. The 2020 #shelterinplace experience highlights more than a physical virus running rampant.

Simple Practices & Savings for Extreme Times

by Kayce Stevens Hughlett

My mission as author, healer, spiritual director, SoulStroller, and artist of being alive  is to offer tools and entry points into your way of experiencing life. To help facilitate your process during these unprecedented times, I'm offering specials out of my personal inventory. Offered at significantly discounted prices and sent with a deep blessing of love and light to you and yours. Peruse and see what strikes your fancy. Offer good while supplies last. DETAILS HERE. 

In Praise of Hands

Namaste. Thank you. Merci. They are not enough. But it’s something to pause and say thank you for this something small.

Impact on the Soul - Coronavirus

When fear takes over and we cease to experience wonder, curiosity, awe, and love, that is the greatest death. An unedited journal conversation about the spiritual impact of fear generated by the onslaught of news about the coronavirus.

Heal Yourself. Heal Our World.

”We all need inspiration right now. We all need to find our own light and know it is okay to shine it in the world." Sandra Ingerman

My Life in Poetry

What is your 6-word memoir or life headline? How might you configure your life as poetry?

Giddiness & Trepidation ~ This is my life

"For healing comes

and all the loss

gifts strength. And love. And will."

Leaving Home. Crossing Thresholds.

I sit on a threshold and wait. Yes, there are plane tickets purchased and rooms for the night booked. Still ... it feels like I am stepping into a boat without oars or rudder.

Samhain & an Invitation into Slow Ceremony

Here in this supple space—the liminal season when the veils soften and the day emerges between darkness and dawn—I sit and ponder, allowing myself to simply be. Mindful of the moment on the wheel, rife with possibility and potential.