Reflections from the Threshold
Four Words That Change Everything: ‘I’m Fragmenting Right Now’
On the radical act of simply naming what is happening to you. Joanna is standing in the hallway with a pair of dull kitchen scissors, trying to open a plastic blister pack of AA batteries. The plastic is thick, the scissors keep slipping, and she can feel the heat...
You Are Not Falling Apart. You Are Between Shapes.
What fragmentation actually is — and why it is not a character flaw Sandra turned forty-seven in September and has not slept a full night since July. She knows why, more or less. Her body has been sending signals for over a year — the night sweats, the heat that rises...
The Bolivian Weaver Who Changed How I Understand My Own Life
On the pause between passes of the shuttle — and why everything you were taught about pushing through is wrong. In the highlands of Bolivia, I watched a master weaver work at her loom. Her hands moved with a rhythm that seemed almost meditative — not rushed, not...
The Sacred Pause
Part 4 of “The Thread-Puller” — A Careiance Story Series * * * There is someone we love who is dying. I am not going to tell you her name or her diagnosis or the particular way her body is being taken from her. That story belongs to her and to the people sitting...
The Thread and the Loom
Part 3 of “The Thread-Puller” — A Careiance Story Series * * * My mornings start the same way. Meditation. Red light. Affirmations. Coffee. Carmen — my little dog — settles onto my lap for a few minutes, then moves to her bed under the desk once she senses I’m about...
