Love, Judith

Stories that remember who we are.

This is where it gets personal.

The holy. The human. The hilariously hard.

Real talk from the path of healing, remembering, unbecoming, and becoming again.

Shared with reverence—and just enough irreverence to keep it honest.

Because love doesn't live in theory.

It lives in this moment.

In this body. In this mind. In this life.

Here you'll find prayers disguised as paragraphs.

Field notes from the soul.

And stories written not just for you—

but with all youse in mind.

Take a breath.

Turn the page.

Let's begin again.

With love,

Judith