I’ve been lying on rugs a lot this past year.

Why must it be “all things must end?” Instead, can it be “all things must expand?”

What can we release this week? What is no longer needed?

But what does the Equinox actually mean for us mundane folks?

What happens when we aren’t ready for peace?

How can we seek right in a world that seems so wrong?

When wonder is elusive and it seems hard to feel anything.

When sharing feels difficult and we’re in need of a little extra support.

What can we create meaningfully in our minds?

How can we embrace our need for nourishment and stillness in a world intensely focused on our output and productivity?

What does it mean to sit with fear?