Last night I dreamt that I was standing behind the counter at a coffee shop where my friend was working, keeping her company until her shift was over. A different friend came up, ordered her drink, and asked me if I was working there now. I said “No, just visiting.” Then woke up.

Upon waking I immediately understood the correlation between “just visiting” in the dream and “just visiting” in my waking life. We’re all ultimately just visiting here.

Earlier this week, hellebore, my dearest plant guide, told me I was taking *this* too seriously, getting too attached to the storylines and outcomes. A few days later I sat under a holly tree during a very stressed out moment and the holly reminded me that *this* isn’t really where my work is.

*This* in these instances refers to my personal life and identity structures. I try to remember as much as possible that Kathryn is just visiting, and while what I’m doing here is important in certain ways, getting attached to that importance is an unnecessary pain. We can be passionate and excited and invested while doing our work here in this world yet still remember that we are just visiting.