This time of year, I get a little mad. As in loony, zealous, dotty, wacky. I start to feel the rising itch to shed all the heavy winter layers, of which there are always many. And it usually seems to happen overnight.

Can you hear it? That pulse? The steady thrum of ground beginning to rise and fall, earth turning over on itself as it stretches from a long, luxurious nap, ready to uncurl its winter-frozen spine? You may not hear it right away.

Authenticity, marked by a genuine attunement to the soul, feeds our resilience. When we push against our true nature, the very thing that is intended to have us unfold in our greatness, that rebellion wears us down, makes us less able to respond to the challenges of the world, strips

OUR RESILIENCE IS INEXTRICABLY TIED TO OUR ABILITY TO SUSTAIN. As we are stretched and challenged by circumstance, relationships, children, world news, climate events, the ebb and flow of our own inner landscape – the demands on our resilience undeniable – it is our ability to keep going, to willingly