HeyJaredComing Home To Self and Source
Come home to yourself. Through IFS, reclaim self-trust, honor your neurodivergence, and return to your source — the sacred wildness that was never lost.
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- Sep 22, 2026
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- Aug 6, 2026
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DIY (opens the original)
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Autumn Beckons (opens the original)
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Traveler (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedI love adventuring, exploring, wandering, taking in something new. Wandering, with nowhere to be, no one who needs me, just exploring at my pace. Adventuring, trying something new, taking in a new beautiful landscape, tasting new flavor combinations, savoring the beauty and creativity. Traversing, a new place— in person, or through the portal of a novel, transmitting me to new worlds as if I had a Trekkie transporter.Do you
On the Path (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedThis morning I discovered a path. It wound through a nearby town, and assailed me with delight when I found its beckoning arms. I traversed the trail, marveling at the foliage above and all around me, the cicadas murmuring at my passing, the squirrels rustling in the brush. The branches created a canopy covering me, shielding me from the sun’s overbearing August rays. The sun-soaked sky sent a few dapples of light through, j
Gift of a child’s love (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedNose nuzzles, cheeks pressed together like we can’t get close enough, tight hugs, and tickles with peals of laughter. The gift of a son’s love. ___ A handhold walking to school talking about the day ahead. Reading a story and snuggling at night. The gift of a daughter’s love.I’m a parent to a 5-year-old son and 8-year-old-daughter. I was reflecting on some of the beautiful moments we have together t
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