Not a Return to What Was - A Life Transition

I’ve been quiet for a while.

Not the kind of quiet that feels spacious or chosen—but the kind that comes when life pulls everything apart.

There was flooding in my studio.

Damage.

Disruption.

Things I had built, things I had relied on—suddenly not holding in the way I thought they would.

At the same time, my body was asking for something I couldn’t override.Illness slowed everything down.

And underneath all of it… something deeper was shifting.

I can see now that I was in the middle of a life transition, even before I had words for it.

I’ve spent this time clearing.

Not just physical space—but ways of working, ways of holding things together, ways of being that no longer fit.

What I’m noticing now is this:

I’m not coming back to what was.

I’m here differently.

More in my body.

More present to what is actually here—not what I think should be, not what I can manage or control.

And it’s messier than I imagined it would be.

There’s no clean narrative for this.

No “after” where everything is resolved.

This is the middle of it.

The living of it.

The book I released, Remembering Myself- A Journey Through the Threads of Time, came from a life that was already lived.

What I’m in now is something else.

Not reflection.

Not hindsight.

But being here… while it’s happening.

I don’t fully know what this will become yet.

But I’m here.

And I’ll be sharing from this place—not as someone who has figured it out,

but as someone inside of it.

If you feel drawn to step into the work, you can begin here.

-Debra

P.S.

I’m beginning to open the studio in a quiet way for a few small gatherings.

If you’re local and feel drawn to experience the work in person, you’re welcome to reach out.

Signed copies are available from my studio here.

If you wish, you can also order on Amazon here.