You are not broken. You are in a storm of loss.
Love. Loss. Hope. Repeat.
The arc of human experience in just four words.
Name Your LossTakes 3 minutes
(Or maybe you are angry. Anger is the first stage of grief.)
The Death of Someone You Loved.
A friend. A partner. A parent. A child.
The Death of a Relationship.
A friendship ended. A marriage over. A family fractured.
The Death of Trust.
The betrayal you didn't see coming. The one you did.
The Death of the Faithful Body.
Illness, disability, the diagnosis that rewrites everything.
The Death of a Career.
The layoff. The firing. The retirement you didn't choose.
The Burning House.
Home lost. Foreclosure, fire, flood, forced sale.
The Death of Financial Ground.
Bankruptcy. Insolvency. The empire that crumbled.
The Long Goodbye.
Still here. Already gone. The grief with no end date.
The Empty Room.
The family left. The family that never came. The arms that stayed empty.
The Death of Momentum.
The rejections that piled up. Hope ground slowly to dust.
The Death of a Dream.
The one that doesn't fit any of these. It still counts.
Not once. Not twice. We lost count.
Exposed. Betrayed. Broke. Gutted by people we trusted.
For almost five years of our lives, we faced 15 to 120 years in federal prison, for trying to grow marijuana. (And failing. In the end, we got three months.)
In 91 combined years as entrepreneurs, my husband Tim and I learned one thing the hard way: you do not come back from a life rupture by pushing through.
You come back by becoming someone new.
But how? That's easy to say, but how do you do that?
Three words changed everything for us. Together they lit our way enough that we could navigate through the storm to become that new person. We each learned this phrase separately from the same amazing teacher, Werner Erhard, back in the '80s, long before we met:
Stop. Change. Start.
Those three words have saved our lives, more than once.
We have thrived despite the chaos of many storms, so we built a LIGHTHOUSE.
Breathe. Grieve what was. Name the pain out loud.
You cannot leave a place if you do not know where you are right now.
Then, just breathe, again.
Not adapt. Not pivot. Transform.
The light was always inside you, waiting for you to come home to yourself.
Time is not the healer, you are.
Begin from your purpose, not your panic.
The storm is real. But so is the open ocean on the other side of it.
See that bird? That will be you, soon, flying high again.
Your Next Chapter
This is not therapy.
This is not coaching.
This is not self-improvement.
This is a lighthouse built by two people who know the storm from the inside, to light your way, until you can light the way for others.
We will show you how to carry both the loss and the love.
Start with three minutes.
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