A love letter to myself

I wrote this yesterday. It was a love letter to myself with words I needed to hear. I wasn't going to post- it was too raw, to out of context, too much.  Then I laughed because that's all a contradiction. So posting now to release my fears and live my intention toward my own growth... Continue Reading →

If this week was your last

I listened to a story today about a man that lost his girlfriend to cystic fibrosis. It was a touching story and one that forces you in to awareness. The awareness that we think we always have more time. More time to do the things we always wanted. To travel, to write a book, to... Continue Reading →

On Aging

...each line on my brow a question mark, each ache in my hips as I get out of bed a lesson, and each crick in my neck a reminder of all I have endured and possibly can’t let go of.

Losing your Voice

I have been busy.  Taking on learning and growing and living this life with intention.  For some reason that has also put my creativity for writing in the background.  Whether its because I am filling my mind with too many words and teachings by others, or just not connecting with the song in my heart... Continue Reading →

That Doesn’t Make Sense

Have you ever noticed our need to “make sense” of things? What does that even mean? Generally it signifies that we want what ever we are perceiving to fit snuggly in to our belief systems and they stand today. We may not have had exposure to something physically or intellectually and as a result what... Continue Reading →

More Noticing Less Notifications

Sounds all around the noise almost is unbearable with notifications and bells and videos .  Everyone is looking down and all of a sudden I’ve had enough.  I walk out.  I shut my phone off, done with looking at texts to see if those bubbles are there pending a response, wondering what the response will... Continue Reading →

Seeing Big

Never underestimate the wisdom of children.  Their untainted explanations of the world can  bring lessons on what life was before we were told what it was supposed to be. Recently my seven year-old daughter randomly said, “I can’t believe my eyes are so small, but I see so big.”  This struck me as so simple... Continue Reading →

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