A Box of Your Own in the Austin Chronicle Best Of 2016 List!

You guys!! A Box of Your Own has been included in the Austin Chronicle Best of 2016 list! I am beyond thrilled and thankful to have been named.

Curated by entrepreneur and blogger Katie Kronbergs, each box celebrates the power of self-care. And with 10% of proceeds going to a rotating charity helping women and girls, it's proof that treating yourself and doing good can sometimes happen at the same time.

Stay tuned for an announcement this weekend of our holiday gift specials, because you know that all the rad women in your life deserve a box for the holidays after this past Tuesday. 

much love,

ktk

7 Day Giveaway on Instagram!

Hey y'all! Did you know I'm running a 7 Day Giveaway contest on Instagram right now? I am!! Visit my account today, @aroadofyourown, and check out the post! If you follow the account, and tag a pair of friends before Midnight CST tonight, you could win a sweet little pin from my own collection featuring Vagina :: The Zine! New giveaways will be posted each day until June 1st!

Girl Rising Movie Screening a Success!

Thanks to all the wonderful women (and the men we love) A Road of Your Own raised $180 for the Let Girls Learn Fund! This money will be put to work empowering community leaders with targeted gender awareness trainings, working hand in hand with communities to achieve community based solutions, and supporting Peace Corps volunteers involved in gender equality program. It was a terrific night, with information about the movie and the girls now, delicious snackables, discussion about future action we can take, and an instax photo booth! Check out the gallery below for photos from the event. Love you all my dears!

Girl Rising Movie Screening - TOMORROW - April 23, 2016

Friends! We are GO for tomorrow!! Screening starts shortly after sunset at 8pm, but event starts at 7pm - come early to learn about the film and the initiative, snack on nibbles and quaff potent potables, and participate in awesome activities! Please park on Arthur Stiles Rd (I live on a cul-de-sac and parking is limited), look for the red and yellow balloons, and come to the backyard. Let's watch an uplifting movie and raise money for the Let Girls Learn Fund!

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WECON 2016 & A Quick Check In

Hello friends, what an amazing week and a half! Between April 1st and now, I tabled at WECON2016, did some serious unpacking at my new home, and then my love Randall and I took a week long trip to New York and Brooklyn. It was a whirlwind of smiling and talking, occasionally stressful but ultimately triumphant Ikea assembly, and SO MUCH walking, seeing of cool stuff, and eating of delicious food (Momofuku and the best shawarma I've ever had). So good. ALSO! During the Resource Fair, I ran a social media contest! Please give a huge congratulations to Alex P!! She won a FREE MONTH of A Box of Your Own! And what, you may ask, in the name of bell hooks, is A Box of Your Own?? Why, only the newest coolest thing that I will be going public with June 1st! But, you can Join Circle Time to find out early!

I'm home now, refreshed, energized and ready. Cannot wait for the Girl's Rising movie screening happening this Saturday. We will be watching a stunning documentary film as we donate money for the Let Girls Learn Fund by the Peace Corp. CLICK HERE to RSVP

So, enjoy some photos from the WECON tabling, and get out there and tackle the world!

Tomorrow! Find me at WECON 2016 Resource Fair!

As you can tell from the title, this post is full of exclamations. And why? Because WeCON2016 is tomorrow! I'm excited and a little bit anxious as I prep the flyers, sign up sheets, and goody bags. "Goody bags?!" you ask? "Oh yes," I answer, "Really good goody bags.". Each one will have info about A Road of Your Own, print outs of my Self Care Worksheet, coloring book pages, crayon packets and SNACKS! Also exciting?

I've got a banner! Yes! So find me at the table with the super cool banner, and come get some snacks y'all.

See you tomorrow lovelies!

I'm Participating in WE CON 2016!

SO HAPPY to share that I will be tabling at the Resource Fair during the Women's Empowerment Conference or: WE CON 2016 on April 1st & 2nd! Hosted by the Women's Community Center of Central Texas, this is the third annual conference, and is focusing on "Claiming Space, Making Space".

WE Con 2016 will be a two-day event featuring workshops, panel discussions, a Women of Color Maker Fair, and an Opening Night showcase featuring various performers and speakers. Historically, patterns of marginalization have greatly affected feminist spaces, even as they strive for equality and justice. Certain voices and experiences are heard and valued while other voices and experiences are ignored or silenced. This year’s theme encourages us to not only claim the space that we have been denied, but to also do the work of moving back and making space for others. about

Amazing sounding, riight????! I'm so thrilled!!! More punctuation!!!! I have to get a banner made!

I will have more details about when and where I'll be during the conference by Thursday, but until then know that REGISTRATION IS STILL OPEN! It is only $15 dollars (sliding scale for people who cannot afford that is available), located on the east side at the ACC Webberville campus, and runs from 6pm on Friday to 5pm on Saturday! Can't wait to see you there!

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Let Girls Learn Campaign - #62MillionGirls & a Movie Screening!

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I subscribe to Lena Dunham and her friend Jenni Konner's newsletter: The Lenny Letter. Each week is a new email with compelling interviews with and profiles of super rad feminist ladies, and personal essays/call to arms. Today's Lenny Letter was written by one of my number 1 lady crushes, FLOTUS Michelle Obama, and I've got to say, it got me all kinds of fired up. This essay is an emotional clarion call to support girls education. She introduces the new ‪#‎62MillionGirls‬ social media campaign, and shares why she supports the #LetGirlsLearn initiative.

Just imagine for a moment what it’s like to be in their shoes. Imagine being a bright, curious young girl with all kinds of ideas about what you want to be when you grow up. And then one day, someone taps you on the shoulder and says, “Sorry, not you. You’re a girl. Your dreams stop here. You have to drop out of school, marry a man 20 years older than you whom you’ve never met, and start having babies of your own.”

Think about who — and what — you would be today if your formal education had ended after middle school and you knew only what you’d learned through eighth grade.

It’s inconceivable, right? We wouldn’t dream of accepting this fate for ourselves — or for our friends, sisters, or daughters. So why would we accept it for any girl on this planet — especially when we’ve got piles of research telling us that girls who go to school marry later, have healthier families, and earn higher salaries?

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I'm infinitely grateful for my education. For Ms. Cavazos, who saw me hiding my tears during free read in 7th grade, and gave me the bathroom pass so I could ugly cry when Walter Blythe died in WWI. She taught me that tears from books are always okay. For Ms. McDonald, who encouraged us to forgo 'being nice' in our writing and instead be compelling and funny and truthful, allowing me to follow suit in my own conversations. For Mr. Risinger, who modeled respect and civil dialogues, even if you had a vastly different political opinion.

For Bryn Mawr. Oh my goodness, for Bryn Mawr. A home of take no shit, love one another, bad ass, formidable women. An intellectual home where my assumptions were challenged, my privilege called out, and my instincts were honed. A home where self government was encouraged and fostered. They treated us like adults. Adults who had the power to decide what their daily lives would look like, but who also had the responsibility to ensure that their choices didn't infringe on others. Take care of yourself, take care of each other. We trust you. You can do it. You can own your life and make a difference in the world.

"What I got out of going to a women's college, is that women ran everything."

I cried hot fast tears as I read Michelle's letter in the company bathroom (still my favorite spot for that ugly cry), thinking of all the girls (62 million) who don't have the opportunities to learn what I've learned.  And my heart said no more. I will not stand by and let this happen. I will take these gut-wrenching tears and galvanize.

So, please join me on Saturday April 16th at 6pm for a fundraising screening of the film 'Girl Rising' followed by a discussion. This screening will be at my home, and nibbles and drinks will be provided. All I ask is that you give. All money raised will be donated to the Peace Corp Let Girls Learn Fund, the recipient that Michelle Obama is specifically asking us to support.

From Academy Award-nominated director Richard E. Robbins, Girl Rising journeys around the globe to witness the strength of the human spirit and the power of education to change the world. Viewers get to know nine unforgettable girls living in the developing world: ordinary girls who confront tremendous challenges and overcome nearly impossible odds to pursue their dreams. Prize-winning authors put the girls’ remarkable stories into words, and renowned actors give them voice.

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Stand up to this injustice and help me work to keep girls in schools. I'll finish with the First Lady's own final words:

I want to end this letter with the story of just one of these girls — a young woman I met in Cambodia. She wakes up at four every morning to cook for her family, water their crops, and tend to their cows. Then she gets on her bicycle and pedals for an hour to get to school, where she studies as hard as she can to fulfill her dream of becoming a math teacher.

She told me, “I have been through a lot of hardships. I know that I need to overcome them. I’ve never thought that they are the barrier to stop me. I’ve never thought of giving up … I never lose hope in myself.”

Against the most heartbreaking odds, these girls never lose hope in themselves. The least we can do is give them a chance to go to school, fulfill that hope, and become who and what they are meant to be.

International Women's Day 2016!

Lovelies! Today is International Women's Day! 108 years ago, 15,000 women marched through New York City demanding shorter hours, better pay and voting rights. To commemorate this activism, National Women's Day spread through the country, and in 1910 it became International Women's Day at a Summit in Copenhagen. Read here for more amazing history.

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As I read through the history, and the calls to action for this year's theme: #PledgeforParity, tears rush to my eyes. I think about my own personal history: my sisters, my friends, Bryn Mawr, even my childhood AmericanGirl magazines. I think about how I just bought a house. I think about how goddamn lucky I am to be born the person that I am. I am a white, educated, well off American. Yes there was hard work, but mostly, a tremendous amount of luck. I think about how to use these privileges. I've been poised in society in a position of power. So it's my responsibility to use that power to make a difference. To speak and know that I'll be heard on issues of the less privileged. To shut up and listen to activists from those groups. To use my checkbook and give money.  To use my home to host events. To further the justice quotient in our world.

I've got a tattoo on my back that's big and not very elegant. It's a lantern surrounded by roses, all wreathed in two sheaves of wheat. It was the first I ever got. My sister Sarah and I walked up and down South Street in Philadelphia with a mock up and $300 in my pocket. I asked each shop what they'd charge for my design, and said yes to the first dude who said $300. Not the best approach to getting a permanent drawing on my body, but I still love the fervor and passion I had.

This tattoo, which will forever be just on the other side of my heart, stands for Bread and Roses. At Bryn Mawr, each of our four holidays is closed with a Step Sing. Yes, nearly grown college women sit on the ground or on the stairs and sing. Lustily, raucously, and tearfully, we sing. Funny parodies of pop songs, old fashioned jabs at Haverford, traditional rondels in Greek, and a short tune dedicated to making a difference.

As we go marching, marching in the beauty of the day, A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill lofts gray, Are touched with all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses, For the people hear us singing: "Bread and roses! Bread and roses!"

As we go marching, marching, we battle too for men, For they are women's children, and we mother them again. Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes; Hearts starve as well as bodies; give us bread, but give us roses!

As we go marching, marching, unnumbered women dead Go crying through our singing their ancient cry for bread. Small art and love and beauty their drudging spirits knew. Yes, it is bread we fight for—but we fight for roses, too!

As we go marching, marching, we bring the greater days. The rising of the women means the rising of the race. No more the drudge and idler—ten that toil where one reposes, But a sharing of life's glories: Bread and roses! Bread and roses!

~~ here's a video of the '07 graduates signing it at graduation

This song is a call for the just distribution of resources yes, but also a call for just distribution of beauty and joy. Too many people are worn down in the hard grind of surviving, especially women and girls. It's a call for nolite te bastardes carborundorum. A call for parity. And I, in my relative privileged security, am bound to fight for the roses.

So, every day, I try. Try to smile and listen. To hug. To treat others like full beings. To advocate. I also try to remember I can't do it alone. So I surround myself with gloriously mad formidable women. The women who have been in my life in the past and are in my life now are some of my dearest relationships. More important to me than past loves, most of my family, and certainly more important than professional contacts. My girl gang. So happy day dearests. Love you all!

Moon Church Recap: February Full Moon in Virgo

Beauties! As always, yesterday's Moon Church left me full of wonder at my sheer luck. Lucky that I know such amazing women, and lucky that you were all ready and willing to join in with your open hearts.

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We started off by getting to know one another, and how our month or week has gone. There were triumphs, pain, new dedications, and conflicts.

Then, we learned about the significance of this Virgo Moon through a Chani Nicholas reading. Here's my favorite part:

We can know all of the things we must work on, all the ways in which we can do better, all of the things we must grow into and still feel appreciation for the day, for the skin that we are in and for ourselves. We can hold one another accountable while still holding one another with a compassionate heart. We can look at the world, in all its pain, sorrow and injustice and still know it’s worth fighting for, still know that there is love here, still believe that justice will, in the end, win. We can know that even in the most intense struggles to become ourselves and to find our way, we are still, and will always be, a perfect fit for our own lives.

Next were grounding exercises! We stomped and stamped our feet, shaking out the old anxious energy and sending it like lightning bolts into the earth. We took turns guiding one another through the Tree of Life meditation (roots down, branches up), feeling the Earth absorb and accept our stress and worries.

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Then we released! Folks had either brought old clothes to donate, or were visualizing which ones they wanted to give away when they returned home. Each woman selected a particular item of clothing that represented a worry or stress, and shared why she was letting it go. We had a pair of shoes that someone was pressured into buying, a skirt that no longer fit, a dress that represented a stressful relationship. There was a skirt that did fit again, a sweater representing complacency, and a whole bunch of very uncomfortable bras. It was wonderful to see everyone release what was holding them back.

Also helpful for letting go? This amazing Marie Kondo book. Have you drank the KonMari kool aid? Let me know in the comments!

After a quick and lovely break, we used that freed up space to welcome in new goals and plans, and planted zinnia seeds to stand for those goals. There were plans for boundary setting, ultra-marathons, de-cluttering and packing. Making new friends, self care, and acing the GREs.

I sat there, listening to these fierce bold women plan their lives, and was in awe that I have them in my life. These new friends and old, ready to take care of themselves and each other. Striving the best they can to better themselves. Thank you all for being such beautiful examples. I always love the sharing and vulnerability that each of you brings - thank you so much!

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Mid-Week Links

Friends! Here's what I'm really into this week! The Article

It’s like we all said hey, let’s change the narrative for women, but not change anything else. And then expected women to be so grateful that we’re allowed to have casual sex and work now that we wouldn’t notice that we’re being pushed toward an ever less attainable and less desirable goal. 

"Having It All Kinda Sucks" by Amy Westervelt on Medium

The Life Hack

I’m unabashedly a writer-downer of things; in fact, the sheer act of writing helps me remember and process. As much as I love digital tools and still use several, old-fashioned paper gives me a lot of bang for my buck. I actually get more done, even online.

"How I Use My Bullet Journal" by Tsh Oxenreider on The Art of Simple

The Product

I Think Your Sexist Jokes Are Boring tote bag from Feminist Apparel

The Book

Oh my goodness, I just finished reading Interview With A Vampire by Anne Rice. I'd seen the movie ages ago, but never read the book. My friend Sarah was so 100% right, this shit is amazing, and so much better than the film.  Ineffably lovely and sensual. Dang.

The Funny

Fake Bill Nye killing it

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Life Update - I'm Buying a House!

What's going on right now? Where have I been, and for goodness sake, why haven't I been posting? Well... I'm buying a house!

A real, front door, back door, 2 bedroom, 2 bath, converted garage house! And in a beautiful twist of kismet, it's about 2 blocks from the high school I attended in freshman and sophomore year, the high school that I loved dearly, and felt accepted and challenged at. It's got bright blue doors, big windows, and lovely light brown floors. And in about two weeks, it will be all mine.

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It will be a home for hosting: friends, dinners, workshops, crafts, games. A home for love, laughter, and silliness. A home for listening, tears and tea. Early mornings, lazy brunches and late nights.

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Randall and I will fill it with ourselves, our hopes, our MarioKart and of course, so many flowers. So many lovely plans brewing, so much smiling happens as I picture the near (and far) future. I've got a massive spreadsheet where I keep track of ideas (favorites include: "plant a mini orchard in back yard - pomegranate, fig, citrus, maybe a peach or two" and "paint quilt mural in craft room???") and the blessedly few maintenance needs.

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It truly feels like everything is fitting beautifully into place, and I've consciously chosen to not second guess it. Starting April 1st, this will be our official home, and can't wait to welcome each of you into it.

 

 

((O)) MOON CHURCH - Full Moon in Virgo - Registration Now Open

DEAR ONES! I am thrilled to share the registration for our next event - MOON CHURCH 3! A Full Moon Celebration in Virgo!

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The Full Moon in Virgo is a reminder for grounding, releasing past worries, and joyfully planning your future year, so join me for February's Full Moon on Sunday, February 21st at 7:00pm for a night of letting the negative go, letting the positive in, and enjoying our connection to the Earth!

We'll be outside in the night air (weather permitting), enjoying grounding meditation, donating old clothes, getting our hands dirty as we plant the seeds of our future plans, and talking till our hearts are full.

Looking forward to some great sisterhood sharing!

SO, do you want to sign up for this?

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"Tracks" & "Wild": the Search for our Inner Wild Woman

This weekend, I watched 'Tracks', and besides recommending that everyone see it, I wanted to talk about the fascination these stories hold. Stories like Tracks, like Wild by Cheryl Strayed. These women walk on, stripped down, bare boned, independently braving the unknown. Is it because they aren't living in fear, or that they're rejecting society's expectations? That they're choosing to plunge into deep psychological introspection through grueling physical demands? The fascination of the hermit paired with the rejection of gender norms? It's the wild woman/high priestess archetype via popular culture.

Tracks (based on the memoir by Robyn Davidson of the same name), is the story of an Australian woman who, in 1977, walked 1700 miles across western Australia, from Alice Springs to the Indian Ocean, with only four camels and her dog. It also shows her relationship with Rick Smolan, a National Geographic photographer. Rick joined her occasionally to photograph her for the magazine, which she grudgingly allowed to sponsor her.  The photographs and attending article (which she wrote) were published in the May 1978 edition, and were wildly popular. The film and the memoir share the challenges, excitement, stress and solitude she encountered on the way, as well as the realizations she came to while walking.

Robyn and Cheryl Strayed's refusal to give into fear has huge appeal for me. Mostly because I can be so afraid. Every time I come home alone to an empty house, I do a 'sweep'. I leave my shoes on, and go to room to room, (ESPECIALLY behind the shower curtain) checking to see if 'someone is hiding'. But seriously? Why. Even right now. There's definitely some kind of animal in my ceiling, and I keep jumping and having little heart palpitations with each noise I hear. Even thought I KNOW it's just a critter. There is a not a man hiding in my water heater closet with a knife. I know that I'm probably not the only woman (or just regular person) who feels like this and does this home check. But why do I feel this compulsion and fear? How wonderful it would feel to let go of those fears.

Granted, both Tracks and Wild feature blond, educated, white women, women who have the luxury of rejecting cultural fear and gender norms without the threat of reprisal or censure. In fact, there are hundreds of modern nomadic cultures where journeys of this kind (hundreds or even thousands of miles on foot or with pack animals) are standard and normalized. We don't make movies about Tuareg women, and Oprah doesn't recommend books about Romani women. There's a well of legitimate critique of these journeys being cultural appropriation. Excitingly, Tracks was aware of its roots in the Aboriginal walkabout, as the filmmakers honored Robyn Davidson's intentions. A cultural and feminist activist, Robyn writes passionately about advocacy for Australian Aboriginals. The movie shows this advocacy, as when Rick Smolan is shown to invade a secret death ritual to surreptitiously take photos, we're invited to judge his inappropriateness, and Robyn's stilted (and at times romantic) relationship with Rick is sharply contrasted with her easy and peaceful time spent with Mister Eddie, the Aboriginal elder Robyn walks with for a stretch.

Beyond their whiteness (if that's possible), there's a far deeper rejection of gendered norms. In the book Tracks, Davidson writes

"I liked myself this way, it was such a relief to be free of disguises and prettiness and attractiveness. Above all that horrible, false, debilitating attractiveness that women hide behind. I puled my hat down over my ears so that they stuck out beneath it. 'I must remember this whn I get back. I must not fall into that trap again.' I must let people see me as I am. Like this? Yes, why not like this."

In the movie, they show her rejecting this attractiveness: her face covered in dirt, body sun burnt and raw, hair wild and rank. Even the nudity is less of a titillation, and more of a rejection of the very need for clothes. This is drawn from true life, as Rick Smolan says in a recent National Geographic article

"“I got in huge trouble with the Geographic because you weren’t supposed to develop your own film,” he continued. “But one of the challenges was that she didn’t wear clothes a lot and I didn’t want to send pictures of her naked.”"

This control is telling in its own way, as it was Rick imposing gender roles on her, kindhearted the impulse may have been. He even recognizes that, going on to say that

"“I used to develop the film myself in Sydney or Melbourne to show her. And the more beautiful I made her look the more she hated them,” Smolan says. “You made me look like a goddamn model,” she told him."

But beyond the rejection of beauty norms, I think we're drawn to these stories of women alone on journeys of the spirit, because traditionally, it's men. The Native American spirit walk, the 30 days in the Sinai desert, Chris McCandless, the Aboriginal walkabout, all men. Even the Appalachian Trail Convservancy, the preservation and management body for the Appalachian Trail (a relatively accessible 2,000 mile walk along the spine of the Appalachian Mountains from Georgia to Maine) says that only 25% of their finishing 'thru hikers' are women. Long-distance, solo female travel is rare enough that organizations exist to facilitate and help women in their journeys: She's Wanderful says "The power of the Wanderful network is in our ability to bring women travelers together around the world and to create a space where we can help each other travel confidently, safely, and passionately (and to have an outstanding time while doing it)." Organizations like this don't really exist for men, because there isn't a need for it.

In her interview of Cheryl Strayed and review of Wild, Kathryn Schultz writes,

Granted, men, too, sometimes seek out extreme environments in response to psychic wounds, in life as well as in literature. But for them, the wound is optional; men are free to undertake an adventure without needing trauma (or anything else) to legitimize it. By contrast, a woman’s decision to detach herself from conventional society always requires justification. Women can, of course, go out exploring for pleasure or work or intellectual curiosity or the good of humanity or just for the hell of it — but we can’t count to ten before someone asks if we miss our family, or accuses us of abandoning our domestic obligations.

In Tracks, as in Wild, the women dramatically forgo those domestic obligations. Siblings, parents, friends, are all left behind as they strike out on their own. They become the Wild Woman and the High Priestess; archetypes of instinct, ferocity, and introspection. Qualities that I strive to embody and that lie at the heart of empowerment. To trust yourself deeply, to have confidence in your own strength and protect those that depend upon you, and to dive deep into your own heart and spirit. To truly know yourself and have the power to back up your knowledge. These are the tenets of empowerment, and these are what I hope to bring at least a little of, to each woman who attends one of my events.

Know yourself, trust yourself, love yourself. These are the dreams of my heart.

From left: Strength card from the Labyrinth Tarot, The Hermit from the Tarot of Reflections, and The High Priestess from The Fountain Tarot

So feel your boldness, reject the need for 'pretty', and strike out on your own road. I can't wait to see which path you end up taking.

love,

ktk

The Release of a New Decade, and Our Next Event!

I turned 30 years old on Saturday, and I feel different. You folks already in your 30's (or 40's or 50's) will probably chuckle, but I do. Fall has always brought me a sense of a new year - new school season, colder air harboring changes, and the strongest of our modern American rituals: the birthday. It all comes together to bring this feeling of newness. And 30. A whole new decade. So at a family birthday gathering on Friday night, I asked everyone over 30 to talk about about what their entry into my new decade was like. I'd hoped for a tidy little theme (big surprise), but they were all over the board. For some, turning 30 was a year of struggles, and for others it was ease. Clarity and confusion. Stability and changes. Each person had their own path through that year. So I've decided to figure out how I feel on my own.

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Because this fall feeling has a different quality than normal. As well as the newness (new opportunities, new commitments, new plans), I feel release. That this year's word theme of 'enrich' is coming to an end. That these last two months, the microbes broke down the matter, and the compost pile got HOT. Activity and friction and changes. I have a sense that the 'breaking down' has ended and I'm left with lovely dark crumbly soil ready for planting. And there is so much comfort and confidence in that.

Asia from One Willow Apothecaries has a gorgeous blog post that really fits how I'm feeling,

 When we let go of everything that is ready to decompose, we make space inside of ourselves for newness to be born. Dying has never been a finale, it is only a brilliant bridge to a new section of life. Like compost turned to rich and seed-ready soil, dying prepares us for a new phase of living itself. Though our smaller selves might dissolve, dying has never been an ending at all. It is, instead, an ecstatic transformation into a wider self. ...

Now is the time. In the knobbed hands of the wind, the antique scent of dried leaves and the warm cinnamon feeling of fire in the trees. Now is the time to let the dying enter you as clean and beautiful as the stone that was forgotten and then exposed in the wheat gold of fading weeds. Allow in the beautiful melancholia and heart-throbbing abundance of life itself. Let every day end like a cello on its last note. And relish. Relish, relish this season of profundity and release. Because, despite what we have grown to fear, dying is a beautiful thing. For then, we can rest. For then, we can embrace the unbelievable joy of what comes next.

I feel like a big chunk of my self guilt and insecurities have fallen away. I know that I still have my worries - I will always be a serious person. But, this morning, I feel so much more ... solidly me. I spent my twenties figuring out what I wanted to do and who I wanted to be, and now I feel like I know what I want to do and who I want to be. To bring folks into community, to let them realize "it's not just me", to hear their laughter and witness their care for each other. To be a carer.

On that, I'd like to announce our next event for A Road of Your Own: a journaling workshop! Join A Road of Your Own and your peers on November 21st, 2015, at 11:00am to develop a journaling practice that works for you! We'll discuss daily or weekly journal strategies, practicalities of when and where you can write, prepare our own journals, get compelling and interesting prompts, and get writing! A journal is included in registration if you don't have your own. Lunch will also be provided. Click the banner below to register! Look forward to seeing you all there!

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