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We all were teens.

We all will get wrinkly faces and thumbs. 

Reflections from the inside.

My Rome wasn't to learn art history. Or to speak fluent Italian. My Rome was to wander. To explore and feed my seeker's hunger through social connections and solo adventuring. 

Saturn rolling through Pisces has me thinking about time endlessly yet wildly unaware of how to articulate what I am feeling. 

Day 11 brings its own mini-series buried inside this series.  This is the first of four videos where I take the Moon in a birth chart and discuss h...

The day you were born is a celebration of not just birth but the story of your whole being. The symbolic image of the sky at the moment of birth (natal chart) is such a mysterious map of the lifetime.

There is paradox embedded in all of life. I hold the paradox. Churn it and smile at it. Otherwise it will drive me mad. 

Does how I measure reflect what I've measured? If so, what does that say about my priorities? My goals? 

A wounding experience deepens our ability to empathize and offer compassion. So aren't we all wounded healers, I wonder?

When I was eight or so I told people my name was Sarah. Disgusted with being made fun of and called “butter” and “margarine,” the butter runner-up, I chose to rebrand myself. 

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This essay pulls together a variety of topics that I'm deeply passionate about - motherhood, astrology, writing and local travel.