Tea Leaves and Transitions: Finding Grace

Seated on an upholstered chair near the fireplace, I stare into the depths of the porcelain cup cradled in my hands, contemplating the patterns of broken tea leaves. I adore this Asian-style vessel, simple and unadorned, round without a handle, with a ceramic infuser that rests inside and removed when the brew has steeped. I own two


A Return to Center: Welcoming the Healer

Nestled among the magical redwoods, in the hushed stillness of a Mendocino farmhouse, serenaded by a chorus of frogs in the green pond that my room overlooked, I slept and dreamed. A deep, healing sleep it was, not waking once for eleven hours, cocooned in a sense of being stitched back together at a cellular level,