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The Power of an Apology

The Power of an Apology

This morning while trying to find a parking spot at the local farmer’s market, a cop pulled up next to me and yelled at me to move and not block traffic. I’d found what was the last spot on the block, and yes, I was mucking up the flow of traffic. I moved ahead and...

Honoring the Journey

Honoring the Journey

Four years of journals. On Friday, I received the message it was time to let them go. How could I best honor all of the thoughts, time and effort that went into them? It didn’t feel right to just throw them away. Four years of co-creation, ideas, manifestations,...

The Gift of Absolution

The Gift of Absolution

A few weeks ago, while in meditation, the Higher Self of a person from my past came to me and asked for absolution. It felt like an interesting request, one that I’m not able to fulfill. Years ago, as I worked through the effects of four years of sexual abuse, I...

The Language of Love

The Language of Love

I recently saw a picture of ex #2 on FB. He looks great. Amazing actually. The feeling? It made my heart happy. It actually burst open for him. I know he’s struggled with his sobriety and he looks like he’s in a really good place. I thought to send him a note, but I...

The Cancer Within

The Cancer Within

This is the cancer within my body. One night, it asked to be seen. So, as I do with much of my art, it intuitively drew and then colored itself. Entitled, The Cancer. It’s been named and drawn because it’s very real. In the past, it’s been easy to disassociate from...

The Rules of Silence

The Rules of Silence

You will never be able to win your game as long as you’re playing by someone else’s rules. Why boundaries are vital to your being. I’m not typically interested in royal shenanigans. They’re human just like us, but with a lot more money and level of prestige greater...

You Are A Divine Being

You Are A Divine Being

You are a divine being. If you’d said this to me even six months ago, I would have said no, turned around and walked away. Even through all of the “work” I’d done to clear my past, I didn’t believe I was worthy of this. Yet it’s our birthright. We are all born of...

My Love-Hate Relationship with Christmas

My Love-Hate Relationship with Christmas

Magic happened every night when our Christmas tree was lit up. Looking at the lights on the tree, the reflection of the ornaments, I saw into the possibilities. The anticipation of what would be. I remember the gifts, all carefully wrapped. We expressed our connection...