The clouds have rolled in again and it's been at least two weeks that I've struggled to be me. The mornings are the worst.  I have no focus, no drive, no joy to will myself up and into the day. But I do it anyway. I'm spiraling, with moments of silver linings that are like a flash in the...

I don't know if it's because I lived half of my life near the mighty Pacific or the fact that I'm a water sign, but it's often seemed fitting to compare the transitions in my life to water metaphors. When times were chaotic or overwhelming, I'd dream of getting drowned out by a tsunami of water....

There I was. Trapped between some old, wooden fencing, fearful of letting my bare feet touch the ground. Just out of my corner of vision to my left, a young wolf cub. Off to my right, in the shadows of a pastoral trail, an innocent lamb. Snarling inches away from my skin, one large wolf,...