I’m scared. Just thinking about this post and writing it, has filled me with anxiety. But I’m a huge proponent of vulnerability. Showing up in truth and candor. And owning it all. Even when it’s uncomfortable. Especially when it’s uncomfortable. So I’m swallowing a dose of my own medicine. And showing up. In the arena. […]
I am scared. To write. Even though it is the very thing that gives me life and makes me breathe deeper breaths. It centers me. It grounds me.
Unraveling can happen. Layers peeled back. Writing is like watering. It gives life and opens me up like a flower’s bloom, which has closed upon itself when rooted in dry and barren soil. And although the revealing is the place I am most comfortable residing, it is also the place that strips me of my armor and leaves me standing there, naked.
There’s this harmonious space between unhealthy abandon and completely shielding ourselves; closing off our hearts from the love and beauty of this place we call home. I’ve been in both spaces. The place where I throw my heart completely up, out, over and in…ALL IN, unknowing and even uncaring about what it may get back. […]
The world is hurting today. And so, I just don’t think I can write about anything else, when there is so much pain, hurt, frustration, anger, heartbreak, worry, and concern on our faces and in our hearts. I’m not going to carry on and on, but simply say this… This post is not about sides or right […]
For months, I’ve been questioning, thinking, feeling…deeply, frequently, and kindly. I’ve been seeking, asking, clarifying. What is my relationship with God? What has it been, what will it be? What is it now? For most of my life, at least for as long as I can remember, spirituality has alway been part of my life. […]
I’m good at focusing on others. Taking care of other’s needs. But myself – not so much. It’s hard. Requires work, practice, intention. I was tired of feeling weak. Mentally and physically. I was tired of being tired. Sick of feeling depressed, down. And as a result, my muffin top turned into a popover top. […]
When someone loses their life to drugs, alcohol or suicide, is it really a life wasted? Think about it. Does the cause of their death negate their whole entire life and being, up until the point we lost them? Does it make them unworthy of the very life they lived prior to their death? When […]