Our dear friend Heather was recently diagnosed with breast cancer. We are bereft, and we know that Heather — and we — are strong! Now is a time for a chance to help.

Heather will be undergoing a double mastectomy and reconstruction surgery - the astronomical costs are staggering, and insurance coverage is insufficient. Because Heather will not be able to work for many months, is self-employed and works in a physically demanding job she needs our help with basic necessities (rent, utilities, groceries, health insurance, etc..) for herself and her beautiful daughter Nella as they navigate this journey together.

Heather has always been a deep well of generosity. She is quick to jump in wherever help is needed and lend a hand. Her love is a waterfall. Now it is our turn to boost her body in preparation for this major surgery and tend to it on the other side so she comes back stronger than ever. We also want to keep things as stable for Nella as we can during this tough time, and your donations (no matter how small) will make a difference.

If there is anything we can learn in this time of great tumult and unrest, it is that we need each other. When we show up for each other, we weave the web stronger, we protect the children, we protect what is sacred: the only thing there really is — love.

A Message from Heather

There are moments in life that become the page of a new chapter, a place holder between two realities, a distinct before and after. On January 17, 2026 I had a distinct before and after. BREAST CANCER.

Unfortunately, like many of us, this was not the first time I’ve experienced this kind of before and after. In the late 80’s my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. I was 12 ish. A distinct before and after.

I am the mother of an 11 year old daughter. My heart broke as I knew the words coming out of my mouth when I shared my diagnosis were a distinct before and after for her. Something that would shape her world for the rest of her life and something I hoped I would never have to say.

It’s a different time. I am my own story. It’s not the same journey as my mom’s. It’s not the same ending. I am 51. She died at 48. My life was a distinct before her and after her.

I am the product of high risk monitoring. I get screened every 6 months. My cancer was caught in one of those preventive MRI’s. They caught it very early. It’s slow growing. I can’t feel my tumor but I knew something was not right in my body before the diagnosis.

I am looking down the road toward surgery and treatments like so many women. Treatments that will forever change the landscape of my body that I have so often taken for granted. All the moments when insecurities landed heavy on my heart and doubt seeped in regarding its worth seem frivolous now.

I hope the road forward is smooth. That everything goes as planned. I hold the highest vibration for healing and hearing the words… you are cancer free.

Get screened. Hold the people you love. These bodies are what make us all the same. HUMAN.

In a time when we are constantly faced with the disregard of our commonalities for the sake of power, I ask you to look at your precious bodies and the precious bodies of others with reverence. Reverence that you can breathe. Reverence that you are alive. Because in the end. There is something that always becomes the before and after.

More to come.

With love and light,

Heather