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The Space Between
When my contractions started at 9:15 that Tuesday night, the knowing hit me immediately. This, this is it. This is what I’ve read about; this is what I’ve talked about
Rooting and Settling
The words “rooting” and “settling” used to scare me. Rooting meant that I would be still, planted, permanent. It meant saying no to possibility. After moving homes at age 7,
Ayurvedic Lessons on Living, Sharing, and Trusting
“I’ve got amoebas.” The first time I found out that the little parasitic creatures had invaded my intestines, I was in Cuenca, Ecuador, where I lived for two years. “Don’t
