abracadabra, which roughly translates as, “I create as was spoken.” More than a mythological concept, it is the idea that the stories we tell, to ourselves and to others, have the power to conjure reality.

Restorying is the work of welcoming and aggrandizing the small voice that emerges when we unhinder ourselves from the spells others have cast on us. We watch for those new images to appear in our dreams, following them until a way out the secret window is found.

It is in these fallow times, when our efforts feel forced and there’s no momentum with our progress, that we must aspire to love ourselves more generously.

We grieve the paths we didn’t walk. We grieve the family we never had. We grieve the suffering of the planet.

because you can only grieve what you have dearly loved.

Like the mother who is careful about those she brings home to meet her child because she wants to create stable attachments, we must be similarly cautious with our hearts.

vision was ripening on its own timeline. And rather than indulging in impatience, it was an opportunity to beckon it towards me.

Without our attention and intervention, it can spread a drabness across the whole of one’s life.

Disappointment appears when somebody or something has let you down, or when you feel as if you’ve missed your own mark. Things have fallen short of your hopes and expectations. And with too many of these experiences, life itself can feel like a disappointment, never turning out as you wished it to. But this guest also has a concealed medicine for