
It was strangely quiet at home this morning. The heaviness lodged in my chest lightened, though, upon remembering the video I’d seen before bed. Luna was in her element, fully alive and joyfully bounding across snow-covered fields with Bo, her new Great Pyrenees buddy.
We’d tried to harness Luna’s wildness, tame her wolf ancestry, but alas- it was like containing a horse in a two-car garage. We rescued her from a shelter, scared and underweight, hoping to heal her and bring stability to our family after a season of much transition.
But sweet Luna literally outgrew our family- our small rental home (with no fenced yard), our car, our lifestyle… like Clifford the Dog. After long walks, she resisted coming inside. Then, she’d sit by the window, gazing with longing at the outdoors.
Recently, she turned a year old, and like a light switch, we became her “chickens,” her job to protect. Bred to protect livestock, she’d let no one into our territory- repairmen, deliveries, friends coming over for dinner. We looked into training (to the tune of thousands of dollars, with no guarantee). “You’d be fighting her biology,” they said.
So, after days of careful research and hours of phone calls, we found a lovely family with a farm, complete with chickens, donkeys, dogs, and horses. Our meeting was an emotional exchange (and thoughtful- we received lovely farm-fresh eggs and homemade baked goods; they got vet records, chew toys, and dog food), but within hours of Luna arriving at her new home, we pored over the images and videos her new family sent to us– solid evidence that Luna was where she was meant to be: unleashed and free.
It was then I realized, perhaps our family was just a lilypad; a safe place for Luna to land, where she’d been loved and cared for in preparation for her best life.
We miss Luna enormously, but watching her thrive is a beautiful sight. Parenting bears hard lessons: sometimes you must unharness something you love to let it blossom.

May you unleash control and give yourself the space that you need to grow, too.
Love & Light,
–Tracy
Not unlike many Foreign Service families, we traveled this summer to soak up quality time with loved ones. Wanting to take advantage of being back in the states, we stayed busy. Days were full of celebrating with yummy meals, museum visits, outdoor activities, creative pursuits, exploration, and play dates.
I made my favorite French tea, pasted a few images into a vision board, and read pages of Rachel Hollis’ book, “Girl, Wash Your Face,“in which she emphasized the importance of showing up and keeping commitments for ourselves as we do for others. She asked, “would you keep hanging out with a friend always flaking out on you?” To summarize the response: no, you wouldn’t. Commit to your dreams and goals and treat yourself as well as you do everyone else in your orbit. Good reminder, I thought.
I had recently signed up for, but not completed, Meghan Genge’s “Magical Morning” E-Course. When I opened her email (nine days after it arrived), her message was clear: “Continue to show up for yourself. Every morning. Because magic will start to happen when you start your day mindfully.” Hmmm. Twice I’ve heard this today. I worked out what my morning ritual would be: light a candle, tap a singing bowl, set priorities for the day, write in my journal, and stretch. 