06/23/2026
What a profound gift it is to navigate this land solo, and feeling safe. I drove through the night from the Tucson desert to the high, green sanctuaries of Colorado, feeling unafraid the whole way. To move through the darkness alone on country roads is a freedom stolen from too many women on this earth, and I do not take a single mile of this freedom for granted. I am so very very grateful.
I guided my truck twenty miles down a rugged dirt road, deep into the aspens and jagged rock mountains, just to bathe in the rush of a hidden waterfall, such beauty reminded me that fairies and magic are, indeed, alive and well.
Now, in the final days of my 46th year and ecstatic to welcome my 47th next week, I find myself deeply in love with the alchemy of growing older, a sacred privilege denied to so many. I cherish my softer body, my wrinkles, my slowness. I look forward to being an old crone one day soon, if I’m lucky. To celebrate, I sought the comforting stillness of my own company, along side my dog of course, welcomed and nourished by Madre Naturaleza.
