I was inspired reading the latest post by friend and colleague, Marlene, of Spacious Living. “The Spring Equinox is a moment of balance, when day and night are equal and the natural world pauses at a threshold between season s.” Ah, yes, I want that pause that nature takes instinctively , as I watch the snowdrops in my garden push their pretty little heads out of the cool, loamy soil. So bright against the backdrop of dormant earth, their bell-shaped blooms bid me to stop in

Dear friends, you know I'm not one to shy away from the truth. Over the years, in this blog, I've traced my nomad journey through some tough transitions – through loneliness, through love and heartbreak, through hurricanes, through my crooked spine and her slow, stubborn healing. I share because I know that truth transforms . It's part of what I do with SeeChange — help others get to their truths to clear the way for a powerful present and future . But I've been hiding someth

It may sound cliche – but I sure was struck, the other night, by the power of our collective – 15 women zooming in from around and beyond the country – Cali, PA, Jersey, Texas, coastal VA, FreeDC, Minneapolis (we love you!), one señorita from (Viva!) Mexico. Many of us strangers. We gathered for Root to Rise   – a workshop led by fellow coach, Marlene, and I to celebrate the Equinox – this prescient time between winter and spring when the days begin to lengthen and the earth

Welcome to SeeChange 2.0 Four years ago, I left DC and headed west—shaman ceremonies in Santa Fe, past-life regressions in Sedona, Chinese medicine in Montana, Yoga for Scoliosis in Asheville, hot and cold plunges across the country. What started as an escape from the surgeon's scalpel—from the pain of my crooked, degenerative spine -- evolved into a life-changing adventure. The opening chapter of that healing journey was just published in HuffPost — my first BIG byline! Clic

On Sunday, Bad Bunny (aka Benito Antonio Martínez Ocasio) took the Superbowl stage and said “The only thing more powerful than hate is love.” Well, he didn’t actually say  it – he sang it (in Spanish) – he danced it – he EMBODIED it. That’s my language. In this Valentines week – in a time when our country (and world) feels so divisive and divided – we, too, can – and must – embody LOVE. To do this for real – not just in a billboard or words – we go inward. Our body and our br

I was back on Chincoteague Island – my joyful, flowy place – last week. I return the first week of every month to teach yoga in the flesh at the island YMCA. It's a pleasure to be back with my yoga community, to connect and flow together. And, in late afternoon, joyful to walk the wintery beach – to pose, shoes dug into the sand, before the sea. To watch the sun set behind the dune – the end of an early 2026 day. And then...the news. A deadly shooting in Minneapolis. I watc

Back in DC - Redline Train to Metro Center. Let's face it, friends: 2025 was a rough year. I won't regurgitate the details—oh yes I will—just a tiny laundry list of atrocities -- which you're welcome to skip! Smooth transition to power of a fascist in the making, DOGE-ing of critical social and environmental programs, ICE seizing innocents off our streets, takeover and tanking of an arts institution named for a president who gave a damn, prioritization of money and power over

Dear friends. I’ve been silent. You know the kind of silence that means something’s wrong – not the no news is good news  kind. The silence that means you’re hiding. I’ve been hiding, ashamed to admit: this return home – after four and a half years on the nomad road – has been my toughest transition yet . In my last post ( https://www.seechangeconsulting.com/post/homecoming-exploring-a-new-self-in-an-old-place ), I shared three keys to a smooth transition – ways to preserve

I walk along a wind-whipped beach, sand soft beneath my feet, gulls laughing overhead, and imagine what it will be like in a week, after four years on the nomad road, to be home, again . Trepidation bubbles as the ocean roars. I strike a barefoot warrior pose and wonder: how to preserve my gypsy spirit   back in the big city, Washington, DC – inside the belly of the beast? When I first hit the road in June of 2021, I was really only meant to be gone for a year. I rented out

It happens every time I get ready to leave a place – the place becomes even lovelier and more compelling, flashing reminders left and right of all I’m about to lose. A full harvest moon rises over the blue-gray ocean, smiling coyly, open-faced, asking: sure you ready to leave me? And the waves – crashing, rushing, lapping – croon their mournful song – you’re gonna miss us when you’re gone. The invitations – after plenty of lonely alone time – come pouring in. There are oyster

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I'm finding my flow, as a teacher, dear friends. Being on an island, surrounded by water, is certainly encouraging. Now I invite you to...

Warrior II on Assateague Island You know the saying, attributed to 6th Century Chinese philosopher Lao Tzu: "When the student is ready,...

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Maritime breeze billows through the windows. Gulls hang like white kites over the gray-blue bay. “Welcome home, Annie,” my friend and...

Your Country Needs You Strong Warrior II pose, Parque National de la Sierra Nevada, Granada, Spain. I'm pretty obsessed with my health...

Bike trip up the Rio Genil, Granada, Espana. I got a glimpse of the truth this morning, friends, screaming off the page of my journal. It...

At least they haven't shut down the passport office! Warning: This post contains Spanglish; translation in footnotes. After casi  four...

It’s Day 1 of 2025, and I’m out of bed down on my yoga mat, in yet another new place, my sixth bed in the last to two ridiculous nomad...