Somewhere between wild winter blizzards and a flurry of Valentines, I turned 43. It's February vacation and we are all home, somewhat snowed in, and I find my soul aching for more light. My head feels dreamy and untethered. There is lots to do, but the flow of inspiration seems to be frozen like all the giant icicles around here, suspended in the sunlight. Morning pages, a new practice I began this year, seem to be necessary sustenance for now and I am really enjoying having the time and space to simply write for myself. No audience. No editing. Just the raw. That is where I am. My plate and life has been full of delicious things. Thoughtful birthday goodies, a trip to the FFF to take two really great classes on sexuality, one in the spiritual realm and the other on rad body love (so so good!), and lot's of fun dates with my husband and kids. I'm loving the 50 Shades soundtrack after braving the snow to see the premier with a friend - which ultimat