My own Wolverine Medicine

Slowness is needed. A stillness. Intention. Only then can I muster the strength to get through that vagueness. 

Where do I begin? Each new year is finding myself again. through all the noise and distraction. Making art to heal. Over and over again. My own wolverine medicine.

2 years ago, I began the year broken from the loss of our standard poodle, Merlin. Navigating that grief, I’ve learned about myself. It’s been ugly. It’s been beautiful. It’s been learning to take care of my body. Focusing on my breath when it got really hard. I’ll admit, I failed. And failed again. And then I didn’t. I said yes to friends. I walked in nature. I got another poodle. Even though one day I know he’ll break my heart. 

But I’m choosing love. Today and this new year. 

How did your new year start? slow? with grief? with abundance? with happiness? With stillness and presence. With opaqueness ? A mix of all?

Sending you love, dear readers.

I leave you with a picture of Merlin as a puppy. we were at the trainer this day. one of my favorite pics of him: 

Merlin Ray Lacefield aka “Biggs”

11/3/2012 - 12/31/23