These past two weeks, my partner and I have been preparing to move on a much faster timeline than either of us anticipated. I have moved a lot in my life, and the thought of moving is usually more daunting than the move itself. I love to find ways to bring delight into the mundane moments of moving; little things like listening to playlists I love and imagining myself as a river flowing to a new destination help soften the intensity of uprooting to re-root.

This past week, I've experienced a bit of writer's block. When I've sat down to write, I've felt churning discomfort and an urge to focus on something else.

Over the years, I've learned that in order to hear, access, and receive my inner voice – the wise and curious core nature from which it feels like my writing flows – it's necessary to start where I'm at.

This past week, I had an opportunity to practice discernment in the midst of a synchronistic experience. This nuanced topic is near and dear to my heart because it reminds me of my wide-open hearted, rose-colored glasses wearing, sweet (and naïve) younger self who did not practice discernment in the face of synchronicity – which led me down many rabbit holes, some rewarding, others not so much.

I want to start today’s letter by acknowledging the immensely heartbreaking and transformational times we’re in. Life is moving very quickly and intensely, from the pandemic to the seemingly countless murders of innocent black people.