Today marks one year from the surgery for the black spot that grew into a life altering experience.

It has brought awareness and respect for my body and it’s capacity to carry me, opened thoughts about freedom and what that means in my life, and a timeless, ever deepening learning about love.

Lots to wonder about.

Since coming home from this last health event I have been wrapped lovingly by family and friends, letting precious time take me away while my body heals and adjusts.

I have a ways to go but I am no longer feeling so afraid of every twinge.

I am thankful for my work life, making expectations smaller, creative hours richer and embracing the precious gift of the black spot : the present : this day and everything I squeeze in or out of it.

Here. Here.

I find myself smiling and wanting to say, I am officially rebuilt . . . rewired, reupholstered, retreaded and repaired .

final step : r e c a l i b r a t i n g . . .

xo