My last post just sucked. So I rewrote it.

In keeping with the topic of my last post, making mistakes is nothing to be ashamed of. Settle your body, quiet your mind. Return to the page and try again.

Typos. Whole lines of text missing. I have no idea what I was thinking when I pressed publish. I do know that I was trying way too hard, disconnected from my own instincts, as I attempted to suss out a subject that had me by the throat. I was also trying to skip some steps in my own healing process. First up, the part where I tell you about me.

Writing that really bad post was an invitation to try again - to be more honest, more careful about the ideas I was sharing, the words I needed to describe them.

Having it ‘out there’ just sitting on my blog made me supremely uncomfortable. That was also an invitation. It refocused my attention. I kept coming back to stare at it. Finally, I just started fixing it. I wrote the new work right over the old one. Like a painter, whiting out a canvas and beginning again.

Only problem with that is the new post has the same URL (web address) as the old one, so I can’t send it to you directly. If you wanna check it out, it’s it’s right here. Same URL as the bad post. Slightly better, I hope.

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Other news:

Our January Journey has started - we’re in our new LUMA space and learning how to talk to one another without Facebook. To help with that, I opened a private blog space here on Substack. We’re experimenting. Being curious. Expanding into new things.

Our February module opens soon. You are welcome to join us. At the beginning of any month, any time of year. Here’s the info page.