Level Letters: This Is Your Permission Slip

You need not stay the same. You have permission to grow, to change, to shed belief systems and lessons and memories that no longer work for you. You have permission to examine what you’ve been taught—or the things you’ve learned that no one was consciously teaching you. Those seem, in my experience, to be most important, actually. You are the …

Level Letters: On Fear & November 3rd

The election is next week. Policy and government is important. Using your voice in alignment with your giftings and values is important. Standing up for those unable to stand up on their own is important. I have nothing unique to say about any candidate—nothing you haven’t heard a thousand times in a thousand other voices. I don’t think anything I …

Level Letters: Why is this so hard?

I paused and asked—maybe even out loud, though there was no one else to hear—“Why is this so hard?” “Because of the weight you’re carrying.” Oh. Wow. This was day two of a three day backpacking trip and I was mid-trudge back uphill after an unexpected washout made for a much tougher climb that I had expected. I had spent the last …

Level Letters: Anxiety v. Identity

At the end of July, Jon turned 30, and I gave him a fancy raft to take backpacking. I promise he really wanted it—we had a birthday trip slated for him, but closed borders meant we deferred that adventure, so alas… a fancy raft! Part of what made it a great gift was that I had pretty much no interest …

Level Letters: A New Thing

This past February, I got sick–like really sick–about a month before really sick would have meant a sprint to a COVID testing site, and I fell quickly into feeling a little hopeless. I wanted to believe there was something to be learned from feeling this crummy–maybe a lesson in remembering how incredible “normal,” healthy days are — but I didn’t …

Level Letters: Fire

The smoke is heavy. It’s come late to us this year in Washington, and it’s bad. The past several years, smoke from wildfires has fallen heavy over the area for months—earlier than September to be sure. This Summer, I’ve felt lucky that fires and smoke have steered away from Washington for the most part, allowing us to hike freely and …

Level Letters: You Are Only Confined by the Stories You Tell

You are only confined by the stories you tell. You can be nearly anything. You can change and grow and evolve, and last year, week, or decade’s you does not have any power over you today unless you’ve decided they do. You are becoming at every moment. You can have suffered trauma and be healing. You can learn new things, have new …

Level Letters: The Unearnable

This is one of many views I’ve been chasing down this Summer. In the Pacific Northwest, we have a few precious months of perfect hiking weather. (Don’t @ me, mountaineers.) Those few, magical months feel full of possibility, wonder, and unspeakable beauty. I get great joy taking photos of the trails we follow and the mountaintops we reach, but exactly …

Level Letters: Something Different

Thinking About Change, While Calling This a Holding Pattern   A little something different — short and sweet. Stick with me, or catch me next week 😉 Love ya either way.  Thinking about change while calling this a holding pattern is met with a whisper of “No, it’s restoration.” Days where so little changes in my tiny world make up a year …

Level Letters: Perspective

  This is the same lake from two different viewpoints on the same day last summer. It’s the same lake from perspectives separated by about 2,000 vertical feet. Imagining the first picture (the view from the top) kept me taking the next step and the next step and the next step as we made the climb. Was it hard? Yes, …