06/04/2026
When I was a freshman at Walsh College, I found myself sitting on a fallen log in a field behind campus.
Alone. In stillness. Contemplating.
I wrote a poem there I called “Who Am I Behind the Masks?” While I no longer have the poem, that moment never left me.
I think I was asking: Who was I really?
Before the expectations.
Before the roles.
Before the rushing.
Before proving.
Before becoming everything to everyone.
Who was I beneath it all?
That was the real question younger me on that log was asking.
And what if she has been waiting for me — and you — all along?
Tomorrow night, June 5th, I'm gathering women online for an hour of remembering, reflection, and coming home to ourselves.
Together we'll step out of the demands of everyday life and into a space where we can listen more deeply, to our hearts, our inner knowing, and perhaps the rose petal trail that life has been leaving for us all this time.
There is nothing you need to prepare.
Only an invitation to remember the woman beneath it all.
DM me "Circle" and I'll send you the link.