10/16/2026
Fourteen years ago, yesterday Justin passed from this physical world… There are moments in life that change everything we thought we understood about existence. His death was one of those moments for me.
I couldn’t have known then how profoundly my understanding of life would change. I knew grief… I knew pain… I knew the future I had imagined was no longer the one I would live.
What I didn’t know was that his passing would become the catalyst for one of the greatest awakenings of my life… and that it would be only the beginning.
Over these fourteen years, I’ve experienced awakening after awakening. Dark nights of the soul that took me into places within myself I didn’t know existed. Each time I thought I understood something, another layer would reveal itself. Another belief questioned… Another identity dismantled… Another uncomfortable truth asking me to look deeper…
And I kept going…
My curiosity about the unseen opened doors into energy, intuition, metaphysics, astrology, consciousness, and the nature of reality itself. But as my understanding of the world expanded, so did my curiosity about the consciousness through which I was experiencing it. My perceptions… My conditioning.. My fears.. The stories I told myself… The ways I projected my experiences onto others… Even the spiritual understandings I’d gathered along the way eventually became something to examine.
There is something fascinating about reaching a new level of awareness only to discover that the very awareness you were standing in had its own limitations. I’ve witnessed so many people awaken over these years, and what continues to intrigue me is how deeply personal the process is.
Some awaken through questioning the structures around them. Religion, authority, societal conditioning, the systems we’ve inherited. Others through intuition, spiritual experiences, love, or profound loss. Some develop extraordinary awareness of the external world, recognizing patterns and connections others may overlook. Others find themselves drawn into the depths of their own consciousness, questioning not only what they perceive, but how and why they perceive it.
And some move through all of these realms, discovering that each opens into another. But awareness itself doesn’t always mean we’ve examined the person doing the observing. We can become exceptionally skilled at recognizing conditioning in society while remaining unaware of the conditioning influencing our own thoughts. We can recognize projection in others without questioning what our own emotional responses might be revealing. Even our spiritual beliefs can become another structure we unconsciously protect.
I’ve encountered that within myself over and over. Which brings me back to death… I wonder whether grief, particularly the kind of loss that dismantles the life we thought we knew, has a unique capacity to turn our awareness inward. Because death confronts us with something we cannot change, fix, or reason our way out of. It can challenge our understanding of control, identity, attachment, and everything we assumed was certain.
And perhaps for some of us, those questions never really stop. I’ve come to recognize how many forms of death I’ve experienced since Justin’s passing. The physical loss of those I’ve loved, but also the deaths of identities, relationships, attachments, belief systems, and versions of myself I once thought were permanent.
Some endings arrived gently… Others dismantled me in ways I couldn’t have anticipated. Even this past summer, I experienced another profound awakening. The months leading into Saturn’s retrograde seemed to carry their own foreshadowing. Illusions I hadn’t realized I was still holding began falling away, and once again I found myself entering deeper realms of my own consciousness.
Fourteen years into this journey, still discovering parts of myself I hadn’t fully seen. And I find myself wondering if there really is any final destination to awakening. Or if the more aware we become, the more capable we are of recognizing the limitations of our own awareness.
Yesterday, I felt Justin’s presence throughout the day. Peter dreamed of him, and when I look at Jack now at sixteen, there are moments when I see so much of his dad. Fourteen years have passed, yet his presence continues to weave through our lives.
I often contemplate the souls we encounter, the awareness they carry, and how profoundly our lives can influence one another. Whether certain connections open us to experiences and realms of consciousness we might never have explored otherwise.
I don’t pretend to know…
If anything, fourteen years of questioning, studying, experiencing, healing, and repeatedly facing myself have made me increasingly comfortable with how much I don’t know.
I would give anything for Justin to have had more years here with his boys. And I can still recognize how profoundly his life, his death, and the love that remains have shaped the woman I’ve become… Both truths live within me…
Fourteen years ago, death opened a doorway I never knew existed and all these years later, I’m still discovering just how deep it goes.