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When Your Faith Goes Quiet (opens the original)
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I wrote to you about the door I shut. About losing my friend and mi tío, and wanting to walk away from all of it.So many of you wrote back. Thank you. I read every word.Today the podcast returns. I didn’t wait until I had it figured out. I recorded it from inside the silence, because I think that’s where some of you are too.In this episode, I share what I’ve learned about how my ancestors accompanied their dead. How my own family told stories for three days, believing the soul was still close an
We Can No Longer Separate the Bioeconomy From the Guardians of the Earth (opens the original)
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As I sat in room after room during Climate Week, one word kept coming back: bioeconomy. And the conversation kept returning to the same place: the inclusion of Indigenous wisdom.I’m not an economist. I went into those rooms to listen.Slow-Living as a Way Home is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber.<input class="email-input" name="email"
What Grief has looked like lately (opens the original)
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My uncle died not long after my friend did. My ride-or-die. The one who knew the version of me nobody else gets to see.And then the days did what days do. They kept coming. They turned into weeks. Babies were born into the family, tiny and new and loud with life. And underneath the congratulations, something in me was closing. Quietly. Like a door someone leaves open a crack and then, one night, without deciding to, shuts all the way.Slow-Living as a Way Home is a reader-supported publication.
Language at a Threshold (opens the original)
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It was around this time, two years ago, that I received a vision. Not an idea I talked myself into; it arrived whole, uninvited, with no instructions attached.What I saw was a space. A space you could walk into, here, on this continent, and feel what it feels like to be inside the Amazon — the humidity, the sound, the green that isn’t one green but dozens. A space for the people who will never board that plane.Slow-Living as a Way Home is a reader-supported publication. To receive
soon it’ll be september (opens the original)
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I can’t believe we’re just around the corner from one of my favorite seasons — FALL!! I’m sure by now everyone’s gearing up to trade beach-scented everything for pumpkin-flavored everything... or maybe it’s just me, ready for summer to be over so fall can finally show its face.Summer has been busy—full of changes and heartache, as some of you already know from my notes on Substack these last few weeks. If you don’t follow me on Substack, I lost a really great friend last week. She was the person
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