When the lock-down measures for the Coronavirus hit, I was afraid and uncertain. Everyone was. How bad was this going to be? But as the days and weeks slipped by, something didn’t add up. We began to notice. Our brains shifted out of emergency mode, to interpretation mode. This inquiry for truth – and the dilemma of what to do with that truth – always begins with language. Language clarifies and illuminates. Without clarity, the fear of the unknown is crushing. Start with the soul words. Look with your eyes. Pull the thread of self-inquiry until the landscape is revealed before you. This is the platform of conscientious thought. This is how we live on purpose.

This is a practiced story, but one I could tell over and over again. Babesie was my sunshine girl from the very beginning. Her labor was exactly as I wanted. Surrounded and supported by loved members of family, held by her father, my Boyo, I caught her in my own two hands as she came …

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People congratulate babies on the weirdest things. Good hair, big eyes, no drool, quiet cries. “How nice,” they say. “That cry is so quiet.” As if in the middle of the night a quieter cry is somehow easier to answer. When all you want to do is sleep but your little one is calling, the …

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It was 5:38 when I got The Call. I was already dressed, had my shoes on, Babysitter was arriving at 6:00. Dinner was in the oven, Bubs was using me as a climbing gym. I was ready, more than ready to buck outta there. “I can’t do it,” My dear friend on the other side …

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