Do I even have time to journal when there are just nineteen minutes until the next podcast recording? I’ve just had a fascinating conversation with Jakob Nordby, an American with Norwegian roots who helps aspiring writers discover who they truly are. We talked about transformational journeys, and I found myself perhaps frustrated—or more accurately, having an insight—that transformation can become a bit addictive, an irritating goal—like a drug, a form of self-improvement, or a cleansing ritual.…

When the difference between what you want the world to look like and how you perceive it is big enough, there will be pain. 

There is no way around it. 

I have learned that, and I am usually very good at not being too attached to a version of reality, just leaning into truth and love and what is: Receiving what the Big Mystery is throwing at me. 

But what if The Big Mystery is talking, and the perceived reality does not align? This is a new situation for me, a new question, a problem I …

Sometimes, I feel dwarfed by life, humbled, overwhelmed, confused, run over. I can fly for a long time, lean into love, and trust the process, and then suddenly - as if out of nowhere, my inner peace seems like hit by a truck, my confidence smeared out over the pavement, and my anchor withered as if a thousand years of oxygen and salt had a go at it, but in an instant.

And then I get stuck. Where to begin? With the yoga or the laundry? With the writing or the reading? With the conversations or …

When I shop for food, I often grab a box in the veggies department instead of a basket. It's easy. When it is full, I am done. Yesterday, my husband pointed out this logo on a box sitting on my bed: MOR International.

All the Danes got it immediately, but for the rest of you, MOR means MOTHER in Danish.

So here we go. I can so relate. That is what I am now. MOR international. My mothering has changed as we have become nomadic. I feel deeply alive, I think I was allways a gypsie, a traveler, an…