I was driving along the coast of Maine when I noticed something shift in me. The fog moved softly through the trees, and there was a quiet sense of presence in the land—something I could feel more than explain.

It wasn’t dramatic—just steady and unmistakably alive.

That morning, I’d walked the trail...

Lately, I’ve been tangled in the weeds—strategy, structure, timelines, metrics, spreadsheets.
All the unsexy bits of the work I do.
Necessary, yes—but rarely nourishing.

Between my role as a Fractional CMO and the behind-the-scenes effort of birthing a new vision, I’ve been spending more time inside Go...

I keep thinking I’ve lost the thread.

I sit down to write, and nothing comes.
Not the vision, not the clarity, not the spark.
Just this quiet ache in my chest—the familiar hum of you should be further along.

It’s easy to believe I’ve failed myself. Again.
That I’m circling the same place for the hund...

I came to the Hudson River on retreat—because I was feeling a little lost. My ideas had slowed. My spark had dimmed. I didn’t know what was next—for myself, or for my business.

I’m in a season of transition. And I needed time to rest, to dream, to remember who I am beneath the doing.

The Lenape ca...

but they forgot to mention
dirt is where the mycelium sings.
where seeds dream in the dark.
where god got on her knees and played.
where our ancestors buried their prayers
and still listen
with their mouths open
for the moans of the living.
— christopher sexton

We have forgotten, haven’t we?

Forgotten...

In my last piece, I shared the story of an eagle I encountered on the side of the road—regal, still, standing over a bed of carrion. She appeared as an omen for March, carrying a message in a form I hadn’t expected: increase your capacity for abundance.

But what she offered wasn’t inspiration wrapp...