Since I’ve been back from assisting my friend Corbett with her book launch (Fading Scars) I have been trying to catch my breath, trying to catch my heart.

I was out in the desert last week and saw that the Creosote bush was in bloom. I was thinking about how each seed is like a tiny piece of faith the bush commits to, with no idea of how each seed will be released, or even if it will grow.

Sometimes a simple reminder is all I need to remember that I am gifted with love and connection just by greeting the cacti and sun. “Grace” by Oriah House, helped me remember that today.

In the first 12 minutes of Pushing Limits, I talked with Adrienne Lauby about the tension of caring for others and caring for ourselves. To hear the interview, click on the link above. Below are notes from the interview which I adapted into a blog post.

Driving up from the desert floor into the forests of Arizona has the excitement of driving through Salt River Canyon. When I was a kid, we had an older, small two-door car which was a stick shift whose name was “Puff.”

Sacred land that had previously been protected was “swapped” by Arizona State Senators earlier this year.

It feels heavy, persistent and I hear it rumbling deep inside. Like a hunger that I don’t have the time to feed. The rumbling which started softly, rises in volume until it is all I can hear.

Over the past few months, my partner and I have had deaths of family and friends. We are some of many who have been dealing with loss.

Thanks to Katie O’Rourke, a brilliant Fiction writer working on her third book, for inviting me to participate in the “My Writing Process Blog Tour”.

What does it mean to be our full selves? I was recently challenged by loved one on why I was struggling with centering the artist part of me in my day to day life and I was forced to admit, I’m not sure how to be my “artist” self.

I want to start this letter by naming that I am trying to talk and write in a way that is acceptable for you to hear, in the way dominant culture taught me to write and express, a way that often masks my true voice.

At the end of the call, I believe it was Josue who was saying that we need to be the ones to speak up and educate others about intersectionality. Yet, it’s not that easy.

At the end of the call, I believe it was Josue who was saying that we need to be the ones to speak up and educate others about intersectionality. Yet, it’s not that easy.