There may come a time when you ask yourself, ‘Who am I?’
Do not be concerned; the answer is, ‘I am someone who is Going for Refuge.’
My teacher Akampiya said this to me one day as she described the disorientation that can occur when we commit to deepening our spiritual practices.
Several years later, I am starting to understand what it means.
In 2023 my aging parents very suddenly needed more help navigating the final phases of their lives. And so I moved from my home (in rural Thames, Aotearoa New Zealand) back to San Francisco. I left behind many beloved friends, my nonprofit clients, and the only house I’ve ever owned… as well as most of the identities previously emblazoned on various iterations this website.
When my mother died in January, my partner and I moved in with my father. Once again, I live in the Family Home. In the house where I grew up. The same house I couldn’t wait to leave.
Who am I?
The investigations continue via writing (Corporeal Writing’s Mushroom School is keeping my busy this year), yoga+dharma practice with Ashley Sharp, dharma adventures with my Buddhist sangha, various shenanigans and meals with family and friends (including lots of bike rides, hikes, and trips to 99 Ranch), the companionship and massive generosity of my partner Scott, and the ongoing effort to stay present with what is.
Elizabeth Ü 