Dispatches from the Luminous Web

A Birthday Reflection

When I started my business, freedom looked like flexibility.

It meant building a life that bent around the realities of being a single m...

On building a business—and a life—that listens with the ear of the heart

When I booked the trip to California, I didn’t expect to find myself weeping in a rotu...

From metrics to mycelium—reclaiming the deeper reason we do this work.

Lately, I’ve been tangled in the weeds—strategy, structure, timelines, metrics, spreadsh...

This Is the Sacred Spiral. A love note to those who keep circling back to their truth.

I keep thinking I’ve lost the thread.

I sit down to write, and nothing ...

When Creativity Slows and the Spirit Goes Underground

I came to the Hudson River on retreat—because I was feeling a little lost. My ideas had slowed. My spark ...

Let it rot. Let it root. Let it begin again.

but they forgot to mention
dirt is where the mycelium sings.
where seeds dream in the dark.
where god got on her knee...