Category Archives: Life Experiences

Communication, Community, Connecting, Embracing Unknown, Life Experiences, Vulnerability

The Cry Beneath Conflict

CrisMarie introduced me to Gene Keys—a synthesis of practical wisdom meant to guide a deeper understanding of the self.
It’s a bit like astrology (rooted in birthdate and place), the Enneagram, psychology, philosophy—all woven together.

I was curious when I generated my free Gene Keys profile. What surprised me was how closely it mirrored my life’s purpose and path.

One line really spoke to me:

“Walk into conflict with an open heart—and peace will walk out with you.”

My life has been a long walk through conflict, crisis, and change.
Likely yours has been too.

Early on, I learned that when there is a cry for help—whether it sounds like grief, rage, accusation, or even war—I need to listen.
At first, I believed my role was to solve the cry, to eliminate its source. I spent years living inside that idea.

What saved me, I think, was that nature and spirit, laughter and play, music and movement were woven into my days. They seemed to know something I didn’t yet understand: that solving or silencing pain isn’t the only option.

Pain became something strangely familiar—intriguing even. A reminder that I existed. That I was alive.

What was much harder was finding ways to be heard.
My voice didn’t fit the dominant narrative. I didn’t fit the norm. So I learned where I could fit, where I could belong.

Oddly, I’ve often preferred people being upset rather than calm and quiet. Because in my world, calm and quiet were often layered over deep pain, fear, rage, and doubt—and I could hear it humming underneath. When I named what I heard, I was shut down. Told I was making it up. So I learned to share with trees and animals instead. Or through songs—where the truth could scatter, land softly, and not rattle the thick armor of the adults around me.

And now—I am one of those adults.
I have armor. I know how to numb. I know how to block the sounds and vibrations.

And still, I feel the elements calling: earth, fire, water, air.
I feel the larger web. The unified field that holds us all.

We are terrified of that web—those arms, those roots.
And yet we long to rest in them.

Here’s the deeper truth I hesitate to admit: if I stand fully in that field, the separate “me” begins to dissolve. And that scares the hell out of me.

And it calls to me.

That unified field often shows itself right in the middle of battle. Not in the shouting—but in the quiet pulse of the person beside me. In the ones standing hand in hand at the front. No words. No frantic movement. Sometimes just a soft song that reaches the heart:

We are one.
We are love.
It is how we treat each other—nothing more.

Beneath the rage that has surfaced, that song is still there.
You can hear it—if you listen.

That is how peace walks out with me.
With you.

Communication, Community, Connecting, Connection, Life Experiences, Vision, Vulnerability

Forgiveness

I’ve never been particularly comfortable with the word forgiveness.

Yet here I am considering it my word for 2026.

Here’s a popular definition of forgiveness:

Forgiveness is the conscious, voluntary decision to let go of resentment, anger, and vengeful thoughts toward someone who has wronged you, freeing yourself from the pain of the offense rather than condoning or excusing the act.

It sounds reasonable.
Even generous.

But I get stuck on one idea:
“toward someone who has wronged you.”

Because as long as forgiveness is organized around they wronged me, it stays trapped inside a courtroom.
Someone is right.
Someone is wrong.
And someone has to rise above it.

Real forgiveness—at least the kind that actually changes something—doesn’t live there.

For me, forgiveness begins when I’m willing to question my certainty.
Not erase my experience—but loosen my grip on the story I’m telling about it.

I don’t actually know what the other person intended.
I don’t know what they were seeing, hearing, or feeling in that moment.
I don’t know what shaped their choices or what fear, pain, or blindness might have been operating.

When I truly own that, something shifts.

The work of forgiveness stops being about them
and becomes about my willingness to step out of righteousness and victimhood.

What I’ve discovered is that suffering is real—but blame only hardens it.

Forgiveness happens when I stop insisting on being right
and start telling the truth about what I cannot know.

In those moments—when I land there in real presence—
my heart opens, but my spine doesn’t disappear.

There’s clarity.
There’s connection.
And there’s a surprising strength in not needing anyone to be the villain.

It doesn’t feel passive.
It feels liberating.

Which is why I don’t think forgiveness can be thought through or performed correctly.

Forgiveness is experiential.
It arrives in moments of curiosity rather than collapse,
innocence rather than innocence lost,
wisdom that comes from letting a rigid story soften into something truer.

And when it’s real,
the freedom moves both ways.

Community, Connecting, Embracing Unknown, Life Experiences

Maybe Community Lives in An Aphorism

I recently read a great article about aphorisms—those pithy observations that carry a general truth or a thought-provoking point of view. The piece was adapted from James Geary’s book The World in a Phrase: A Brief History of the Aphorism.

I loved it.
Not just because the lines were clever, but because they sparked thought. And conversation. And difference.

Some Aphorisms from Geary’s peice:

Marie von Ebner-Eschenbach wrote:
Those who were carried to a goal should not think they’ve reached it.

Magdalena Samozwaniec said:
Love is that short period of time when someone else holds the same opinion of us as we do of ourselves.

And then, a line that became the seed of Geary’s life’s work:
The difference between a rut and a grave is the depth.

What I noticed is that each of these doesn’t tell you what to think.
They invite you to think.
They open something rather than close it down.

That feels like something we’ve lost a bit in the world these days.

I often find myself wondering why community on Gabriola Island felt—and still feels—more alive and thriving for me than many of the places I’ve lived since moving back to the States in 2000. I mostly attribute that to The Haven.

There, I learned relational skills. I discovered just how vital difference, intimacy, and dialogue are to aliveness, health, and thriving.

Yes, I loved the programs. I believed—still believe—that those programs were a foundational playground for community. And maybe the place itself held some magic.

But it wasn’t really the space. Or the rooms. Or even the brilliance of the teachers who carried The Haven. Those mattered, of course—they were the mud, bricks, and mortar. But they weren’t the thing itself.

What I’m slowly learning—gathering some grit around—is that Haven isn’t just a place. It’s a space I can create inside myself, one that connects me to the world around me. And that space is always shifting, changing, evolving.

Community isn’t a place you arrive at—it’s a way you stay in relationship with uncertainty.

So I ask you:

What is it that leads you to a place where you can love the shifting, not just the beauty of a new location?
What lets you listen to all kinds of music—not only the chords and tones that harmonize easily or touch a familiar, sentimental place?

What I’m realizing is that what I learned, I could have learned by taking many roads. What makes any road special isn’t the route itself—it’s the connections, the conversations, the deeper roots, and the invisible threads that weave us all together.

There’s no single “right” way to come home.

What we’re offered, again and again, is a choice: more connection or more isolation.

And those aren’t always about proximity. Some people hike alone and are deeply connected. Others sit in crowded rooms and feel profoundly alone.

Connection—and intimacy—run deeper than what meets the eye.

Communication, Community, Connecting, Family, Life Experiences

Carrying What Matters

A year-end reflection

This past year held a lot.

I said goodbye to my mom—at least to her human form—and discovered that grief doesn’t arrive in a straight line. It comes as an undertow. Quiet at first. Then suddenly pulling up old family currents I didn’t know were still alive in me.

It was also a year of aliveness.
We returned to Finding Your Mojo in Montana.
We launched Pop-Ups for People.
Worked with new and old clients in new forms.
Traveled, taught, learned, loved.
Studied together. Studied Apart. Created. Said yes to what was alive.

And somewhere in the middle of all that living, my body slowed me down.

An extended stretch now of being sick.
No skiing. No Peloton. No real movement.
At first, I didn’t care.
And then—when the fog lifted—I noticed something surprising.

I wasn’t rushing back to the discipline I usually rely on to “keep myself in check.”

Instead, I found myself reaching for comfort:
Mochas.
Craft beer.
Pizza.

Not because I don’t know what supports my body—but because sometimes comfort feels like a small shelter in a world that feels loud, divided, and relentlessly intense.

Recently, in a Tarot reading, the card that landed in the physical position was Burden.

I realized how much I’ve been carrying:
Grief.
Concern for the world.
The desire for connection without always knowing how to create it consistently.
The tension between what nourishes me and what soothes me.

And yet—here’s the other truth. In this seeming world of rage.

Up close. Face to face. In real conversation.
I’ve experienced genuine connection with people who hold very different views.
I’ve found common fears. Shared hopes. A longing for understanding.
That part gives me hope.

Still, the headlines keep coming.
And some days, that part is hard.

As this year comes to a close, I find myself asking quieter questions:

  • Where was I touched and changed?
  • Where did I show up with my full heart?
  • Where did I hold back?
  • What actually mattered?
  • What no longer needs to be carried into the next year?

This season—of lights and darkness, tradition and reinvention—seems to invite both grief and possibility.
Promise and pain.
Joy and uncertainty.

Maybe that’s the work right now:
Not fixing.
Not resolving.
But noticing what we’re carrying—and choosing what’s worth bringing forward.

So I’m curious about you.

What touched your heart this year?
What feels heavy—and what feels essential?
What are you ready to set down?

May this season offer you moments of peace.
May the questions that rise lead you toward connection.
And may whatever you’re carrying be met with kindness.

Communication, Community, Connecting, Connection, Life Experiences, Vision, writing

I Don’t Want a Platform—I Want a Campfire

Sometimes I get caught in spinning.

I want to do something—
move toward something purposeful, meaningful, alive.

But I don’t have a job like that.
I don’t work from an office or keep set hours.
I try to stay in service to our work, and sometimes that starts to feel like marketing or overselling, when really I just want to connect.
To share.
To see what might be offered—or received—in relationship.

Instead, I’m in my house in Montana.

I could go downtown and sit in a café and write.
Have a coffee. Maybe chat with people doing their thing.

I could go to the mountain—
ride the chairlift, talk about life and politics, take a few runs, eat curly fries.

I could walk the dogs and exchange small, human moments with people I pass in the woods.

I’d love to share more online.
But honestly, there’s so much noise there.
Ads. Rants. Performance.
So where do heartfelt words belong?
Who is really listening?

I’ve explored platforms—Substack, Mighty Networks, and the ever-growing list of “the next best thing.”
I’m not looking for big.
And I’m not looking for viral.

What I want is simpler—and maybe harder.

Camp Connection wants to become a small, human-scale space.
A place for stories, questions, and unfinished thoughts.
Not a funnel.
Not a brand.

More like a campfire—
where people wander in, sit down for a while, listen, speak when something feels true, and leave a little more connected than when they arrived.

As an Enneagram 5, I know I can get stuck in thinking and refining.
Coming close, then pulling back.
Wanting to share, then needing more quiet first.

Sometimes it’s hard being me.
And—this is me.

If you’d sit down at this campfire, let me know in the comments.
That’s enough to start.

Connecting, Embracing Unknown, Life Experiences

Electric Patience: Where Fire Flies & Dragon Flies Meet

I’m working through something.
It feels big.
Though who knows—
maybe it’s just like opening a pressurized can of tennis balls.
Still. For me, big.

This idea of ground-to-sky lightning came to me.
At first I thought it was just my dyslexic mind showing itself—
because isn’t lightning supposed to go sky to ground?

So I did what we do now.
I asked Google. I asked AI.

What came back surprised me.

Ground-to-sky lightning is real.
Rare.
An upward flash.

A negative strike drops from the cloud,
but before it hits the ground,
something rises.
A positive streamer—
from a mountain, a tower,
the earth itself—
and it surges upward.

Wow – Wonder- Electric

Apprently I didn’t need Google or AI.

Just yesterday I had a really cool meeting
with a kind man
who spoke of the masculine, feminine,
and the elements—earth, fire, water, air.
His secret source and wisdom

Encouraged me and all to listen better, deeper and trust

From earth to air – feet to brian – Earth-Fire-Water-Air

And in me Electric Patience showed up.
In a strange way,
it felt like my own
masculine and feminine meeting.

Now I wait.

Inside me, the lightning is fast—
fireflies, sparks, ideas.
Busy. Bright. Jumping.

The feminine is slower.
Rooted.
More like lava.
And mucus
(yes, I just had a cold moving through my body—
mucus fits).

She’s not in a hurry.
She demands patience.

As the surge comes from the depths—
dragons becoming dragonflies.

Not ground fire.

A storm of fireflies and dragonflies instead.

I’m found a new kind of fuel from fire.

Where before it was combustion – now a dance of fire in sky
I like that.

A gift from Electric Patience.

May there be more.

Communication, Connecting, Embracing Unknown, Life Experiences, Valuing Differences, Vulnerability

Fear, Love, and the Risk of Reducing Aliveness

I recently came across a research abstract suggesting that Virginia Satir’s experiential family systems approach might be “integrated” with models like Emotion-Focused Therapy. The intent: give her work more structure, theory, and replicability.

It stopped me in my tracks.
Could Satir’s profound body of work—rooted in presence, creativity, and relational aliveness—be reduced to “mere creative techniques”? Sadly, yes.

And it’s not just Satir. Many programs born of humanistic psychology have been distilled into measurable techniques, slotted neatly into systems that can be studied and standardized. Relevant, yes. But at what cost?

When we prize only what can be researched or proven, we lose something vital. Aliveness. Creativity. Connection. We flatten the very field where transformation emerges.

Creation vs. Consumption

What I long for isn’t consumption of another “evidence-based” tool. It’s creation. Taking an idea and living in it—moving, playing, risking. Not applying theory with rigid gestures, but engaging the unpredictable edge where life actually shifts.

Evidence-based living too often traps us in right/wrong, safe/unsafe. The result? A shrinking space for wonder, possibility, and connection.

What Haven Taught Me

As part of The Haven Faculty, I’ve witnessed again and again the raw, alive field where healing happens—not through protocols, but through presence. Haven’s roots were never built on the theoretical. They grew from two physicians—one working with teens, one with elders—who noticed transformation simply by bringing people together.

Of course they developed models to support learning but they also made presence and connection the bottomline.

What drew me to Haven, and originally to Satir, wasn’t a model to be replicated. It was the power of human beings meeting each other without guarantees, without smoothing over, without management.

Haven has always been about leaning into conflict, discomfort, intensity—not to retraumatize, but to discover. To find more of ourselves and more of each other than we thought possible.

The Trouble with Safety

When frameworks and protocols become the defining lens, the focus shifts. The energy becomes about safety, prevention, containment. Safety matters—but transformation doesn’t live in managed safety. It lives in risk, in storm, in staying connected when it would be easier to retreat.

True safety is born in presence, not control. In the messy, unpredictable space of being human together.

The Larger Gift

Yes, trauma walks through our doors. It always has. And we hold it with care. But I refuse to let trauma—or the management of it—define transformation.

Satir’s gift, and Haven’s, is larger: a space that is alive, not managed. A space where fear and love meet, and in that meeting, choice becomes possible.

Communication, Community, Connecting, Life Experiences

From Scroll To Soul

I find myself struggling in this moment. I want to be productive—yet I don’t know what to work on.

Here’s the possible To Do List:

There’s the garden; I could go out and pull up weeds, harvest what’s ready.
I could go for a bike ride—it’s beautiful outside.
I could read. I could write.
I could even reach out to the folks I’ll be leading with later this month to start building our connection.

Indeed, there is much I could do.

And yet, here I sit. Scrolling, then thinking. Scrolling, then thinking.

Recently, in an intuitive session, I was told something that stuck with me:
Maybe I don’t need to be “creating opportunities.” Maybe I need to let them evolve. In my business, when I push to “make it happen,” I may be missing what’s already right in front of me.

That message echoed during our Find Your Mojo in Montana weekend. On the final morning, we went out to the pasture together. Each woman was asked to connect with a horse and bring them back to the arena.

Of course, in my mind, the “real” work would happen once we were back in the arena. So I charged ahead, intent on finding the herd.

But Bobbi, who owns and lives on the ranch, reminded us to slow down.
Not to beeline to a horse. Not to treat them like a task to complete. Horses sense us long before we reach them, and it matters how we enter their world. To notice. To listen. To respect the herd before engaging.

That moment stays with me.

So often, purpose on a given day looks like a to-do list:

  • Go to the store.
  • Walk the dogs.
  • Write the blog post.

The focus is on getting it done. Which means I miss the trees swaying overhead, the sound of paws on leaves, or the spark of an unexpected idea.

What if I didn’t narrow in on just the task or the outcome?
What if I stayed present in the unfolding of the moment—curious about what else might want to emerge?

Writing is much the same for me. It takes time to settle. I’ll meander—scrolling Facebook, reading a few pages of a book, playing music, even bouncing on the trampoline. Back and forth I go—writing a bit, wandering away, then circling back.

And then, at some point, something shifts. I drop into a current. The words begin to flow. My focus narrows, not in a forced way, but like sliding into a slipstream.

I’ve learned to appreciate both—the wandering off-road and the ease of finally being carried by the current.

Maybe that’s the real invitation:
To trust the meandering.
To let go of forcing productivity.
And to remember that sometimes the most important thing is already happening—if I just stay present enough to notice.

Connecting, Connection, Life Experiences, Valuing Differences

Love More Than Fear

I catch myself scrolling. Some of it is work—travel arrangements, bookings for Mojo, helping with CrisMarie’s travel. But much more is Retriever reels or Taylor Swift updates. I know it’s not healthy. I’d be better off reading, writing, or going for a bike ride. Yet here I sit, telling myself I’ve got something important to say.

And maybe I do.

Because here’s the truth: women are signing up for Find Your Mojo in Montana. It’s happening. That could be enough to pull me out to the ranch, to the horses, to the fresh air. Instead, I’ve only gone as far as researching lodging for those who want to stay outside of town.

So what gives?

This morning I was inspired by a channeling podcast—part of the Course in Miracles work we’ve been doing. Yes, channeled information. From what the speaker calls a collective of beings, including Jesus. Maybe that sounds strange. But is it stranger than believing we’re the smartest species in the universe while destroying our planet and waging endless wars?

Here’s the challenge:
What if wisdom comes from beyond our five senses?
What if reality isn’t limited to what our culture insists is “rational”?
What if we’ve been so busy rejecting what we can’t measure that we’ve blinded ourselves to the very love and intelligence keeping us alive?

The message I heard this morning was this:
Clear your mind. Step out of ego.
Get out in nature. Listen deeper.
See beyond the surface.

Because the deeper truth is this: we are not separate. We are connected. Survival mode is an ego trap. Our cultures are built on it—fight, compete, win, dominate. But what if that’s upside down? What if we’re eternal beings and this earthly classroom exists not for survival but for remembering? For returning to love?

Despite everything—our arrogance, our denial, our wars—we are still here. And it’s not because of our brilliance. It’s because of the heart. The pulse of love inside each of us, in the animals, in the earth itself. That love keeps erupting, interrupting, rerouting us toward something greater.

Fear contracts. Love expands.
Fear isolates. Love connects.
Fear clings to survival. Love opens to possibility.

Yes, we have free will. We can keep choosing fear, fighting to exist. Or—we can take the harder, braver path: to love more than we fear.

Extinction is one option. Awakening is another.

That’s my quest now. To live less from fear, more from love.
What about you?

FYI: I am on my way out to the ranch!

Community, Connecting, Connection, Life Experiences

The Heart of The Haven: Grief, Growth, and The Power of Connection

Over the forty-plus years I’ve been involved with The Haven, countless people have become woven into the fabric of my life. Many of them for decades. Some are still here, though too many are now gone—some far too young, some older, and some who simply seemed to complete with what they came to do on this earth. When I pause, the grief of those losses still rolls through me.

And then there are others—the ones who are alive but no longer return to The Haven. I don’t always know why. For me, every time I’ve come back—whether to lead, to participate, or simply to reconnect—I’ve found nourishment and meaning. Yet, for some, that return no longer calls them.

The Haven itself is in an evolutionary process. Things change—and they need to. Still, I hold deep belief in the core programs, especially Come Alive. It is a rare and beautiful invitation to wake up to ourselves, to one another, and to life. I also believe in the training process that helps people grow into facilitators of deep connection—learning to relate, collaborate, and create across differences of culture, background, and experience. That work is transformative, and it matters.

But I also recognize that it may not be enough, on its own, to sustain The Haven as it has been. Others will have their own visions of what needs to emerge. At our recent faculty meeting, I loved hearing our new Executive Director speak of the “miracle moments” that have unfolded on that small piece of land. It’s true. So many miracles have happened there. And yet, the miracles didn’t stay confined to Gabriola. They traveled outward—carried by all of us—into families, workplaces, communities, and the wider world.

I now find myself part of many communities: Dr. Joe’s circle of coherent healers and advanced meditators, a Course in Miracles group, the Herd for Equus Coaching community, and many more. Some gather in large numbers, some only online, some with connections that ebb and flow. Yet all remain in my heart, part of my resonance field.

What I notice is this: the communities that nourish me most are the ones that hold space for difference, where connection matters more than credentials. At the same time, I’ve come to appreciate that every community needs some structure or resource to sustain itself—whether through credentials, program fees, or gatherings that draw people together. Without that, even the most meaningful communities can fade.

The Haven has always been, at its heart, about people daring to be real with one another. That feels as needed today as it ever was. What shape it needs to take going forward—that is still unfolding.

I too, am unfolding and evolving. Next up for me: Find Your Mojo in Montana and we are bringing back after some time away with some new vibrations. It’s a great combination of Haven and Equus . Join us in October!

Here’s a little taste: