As a new year starts, it’s amazing to see the intention setting, the challenging of limiting beliefs, the strategies for meeting goals the renewed sense of purpose, determination, resolve to change our lives in the way we think will make them better. The problem is that intentions and goals are only as good for as... Continue Reading →
As the year winds down, I am filled with mixed emotions. Its been a transformative year in my life to say the least and as I reflect on all that has occurred, I am faced with the question of what my true intention for the next year will be now that I have gotten to... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
I am listening universe, thank you for the nudges. I a grateful for the opportunity that all my life challenges bring.
...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.
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 →
“Creativity is intelligence having fun.” - Albert Einstien That writing is a choice and can be done with intention. I always thought I writing was a random inspiration for me. When it came, it came and most poems I had ever written were a set of words forcing their way through me and out on... Continue Reading →
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 →