What’s More Important? Me or We?

Written By: Erin Smith

October 14, 2024

What’s more important, the me or the we? Do you fundamentally believe the collective or the individual matters most? According to an oft-told legend, anthropologist Margaret Mead was asked what she considered to be the first anthropological sign of human civilization. Was it the advent of tools and cooking utensils, the rise of weapons for […]

When the News is All Bad

Written By: Erin Smith

October 7, 2024

The Israel-Palestine conflict. The devastating flooding in North Carolina. Another mass shooting. Pretty much anything Donald Trump mutters. Every morning I am torn between the pull to know what’s happening in the world and the dread that it will break my heart. I’m emotionally tapped out. Aren’t we all? Every day seems to bring more […]

The Season of Loss

Written By: Erin Smith

September 23, 2024

“I once was lost, but now am found.” ~ Amazing Grace     I  stare out the window in my office, smiling as a sudden gust of wind sweeps the leaves into a colorful cyclone. Last weekend marked the autumnal equinox, the astronomical moment when the day and night are of almost exactly equal length. This […]

Red Flags: Thoughts on the Presidential Debate

Written By: Erin Smith

September 12, 2024

  “She does have a very nice figure … if [she] weren’t my daughter, perhaps I’d be dating her.” ~Donald Trump, on his daughter Ivanka   “How do the breasts look?” ~Donald Trump, when asked if he would stay with wife Melanie Trump if she was disfigured in a car crash   “I’d have no […]

Writer’s Block

Written By: Erin Smith

September 9, 2024

“I have done nothing all summer but wait for myself to be myself again.”  ~ From Georgia O’Keefe’s letter to Russel Vernon Hunter   Born in Leo season, I deeply feel the enchanting magic between Memorial and Labor days. These past few months, I wiggled my toes in sand, dipped my feet into lakes, dunked […]

Long Summer

Written By: Erin Smith

August 27, 2024

“In the Chinese calendar there is an extra season that blooms between the spaces of late summer and autumn. Long Summer, as it’s called, is a liminal season — one that lasts the small handspan of time between the ending of August and the equinox arrival of fall. It is a sacred pause for integration. […]