On New Year’s Eve, I swing in the between space of what-was and what-will-be.

The reroute means we’re right on track.

Light the candles. Prepare the feast. Curl up close to the coming wisdom that is winter’s wise company.

The Elves from Middle-earth enlighten me on divine neutrality.

Indulging in “healthy luxuries” for vibrant wellbeing and creative vitality.

Subscribe to living your own free and independent life.

I hear the inner artist say, “Go to Luna’s Butterfly Cafe.” And I practice acting on what I hear … and so I go, and life gifts me butterfly winks of affirmation that I am right where I am supposed to be. (And so are you, reading this. Trust that. Breathe.)

Body-guided wellbeing is (r)evolutionary. Adorn the crown of innate sovereignty, and dance spontaneously.

As Mary Oliver wisely writes, “My work is loving this world.” And in the work of loving this world, I prioritize walking on the beach, seeing the sunsets, and openheartedly witnessing the beauty of consciousness shining through my fellow human beings.

I overhear a friend’s audition, and this moment in time continues to ripple forward and back, revealing revelations on how to embody presence, express sacred rage, and act on the inner voice on the life stage.