Excerpt: "This was truly a project to discover my limits, determine whether or not I am really a writer and speaker and photographer, to determine whether or not I am a creative.

I am!

And in the process I have watched as this project has helped create the foundation of something that is rising from the beauty of ashes, following a familiar story line of being broken down and reshaped to be a more open, expansive, wise, beautiful, loving vessel…over and over and over."

Excerpt: “ Each morning, I carve out time for a walk in the Boise foothills between morning routines with our kids and work. Over the past couple of years, I have walked these trails almost every day. It’s a ritual. And one I look forward to and bask in while performing it.”

Excerpt: "The thing

about bridges

is that they are

in between places."

Excerpt: "Each morning, I carve out time for a walk in the Boise foothills between morning routines with our kids and work. Over the past couple of years, I have walked these trails almost every day. It’s a ritual. And one I look forward to and bask in while performing it."

She drinks to remember that she is not the job she is doing. That she is not just the job she is doing. Near the bottom of each bottle, she finds possibilities and promise.She drinks a little more to remember that it’s okay. And a bit more to remember that it will be okay.That the way it looks right now is not the way it really is or was or will be.A drink or three free her from the boundaries of her mind.Tomorrow, it will take a little more to remember a little less.Perhaps there is another way. He scrolls

Excerpt: "Now that I am steadily advancing with my easing-into-vocational-life plan, I am finding interesting fears showing up here and there."

Excerpt: "In no time, what looked like a barren landscape, what looked like the same thing for mile after mile, what looked uninhabited and uninteresting, changes almost instantly the moment you hear your footsteps on the ground, feel the the wind whirring about you, and find your eyes lose their focus while the whole body and mind get swept up into something so grand and old and mysterious that there isn’t anything happening anywhere else."

Excerpt: "The beauty has come from the ashes.

The beauty is coming from the ashes.

The beauty has come from what is no longer there, from the space that the fire created.

A clearing.

Space to be.

Space to be together."

Excerpt: "ome days it’s I’ve got it all together.

Other days it’s more trying to hold onto and pick up what’s falling apart.

Some days feel easy and clear.

Other days feel uphill and cloudy."

Excerpt: "It wasn’t until recovering from my brain injuries that I learned and experienced that every “thing” arises with its opposite. It’s commonly referred to as the Law of Opposites. But I had no idea that this existed and, for the first 38 or so years of my life, I operated under the assumption that I could get the “thing” I wanted and avoid its opposite altogether.

I tried to isolate the enjoyment and happiness of the process from the feelings of sadness and loss that naturally come with finishing the project.

I tried to move from one stage of life into the other without completing the former.

So much of the past 8 years has been learning how to be with life as it is as I am."