I am writing this to you from my at-home sanctuary that my husband and I lovingly call the “spirit room”. It’s just the second bedroom in our tiny two-bedroom Los Angeles bungalow but it’s also a vortex for healing and love.
I am gazing out the window at the bougainvillea in full bloom, creeping along the dark green fence that separates me from my neighbor.
If I lean a little to the left I can see the giant cactus that I planted from a trimming my friend Michelle gave me years ago.