Since becoming a mother, I have cried my weight in tears. I have acted like a child, throwing my own tantrums, locking myself in a dark bathroom with fingers in my ears trying to give my mind some very needed…
Category: My Thoughts
The Girl and the Ocean
A girl claimed her place on the shore of the ocean. Each day she drew a line in the sand. Her persistence maintained through the ocean washing it away just as fast as she drew the line. The sand crabs…
Live As If….
Time is such an interesting concept. We measure it, sometimes treasure it, and exchange it. I was told the older you get, the faster time flies. I wonder if that is because the wisdom you carry reveals the multitude of…
The Power From Living With Less
Story Time! I’m going to get personal so perhaps you know where I am coming from when I speak of materialism and consumerism. Stuff and I have had a tumultuous relationship that has ended with our latest big move. When…
Joy IS Our Natural State
You are moving and growing at an accelerated pace. The very moment you make the decision to be who you are meant to be is the very moment that all the energies of All That Is align in perfect harmony…
Stop Caring About What People Think
Inner work is never-ending, regardless of who you are. It’s opening a door to your soul only to find another door and another and another all leading to an infinite number of doors needing to be opened. For me, this…
An Open Letter to You, Brave Soul
Dear Brave Soul, Look at you! You’re still standing after everything you have been through. All those times Life knocked you down, those times when your knees buckled and you fell face first to the ground. Yet, here you are.…
Start Where You Are
We place so many demands; on ourselves, others, our children, our planet, Life. We may say at times that Life is demanding. But, if you stop to think about it, is it? How can Life demand anything of us? Life…
The Voice of Trauma
My trauma has a voice. It speaks to me in ways I translate the best I can. It needs certainties; it needs to know the why for everything. The voice of my trauma desires safety, security, and most of all…
Time, An Illusion or Verity
Time has a funny way of playing the friend and foe. Usually, we fail to see the missed minutes, hours, days that evaporate without warning or notice while we are pining for another chance, a redo, the ability to start…