The world stopped, and so did that section of my soul that has to throw itself into written words. The writing. The poems. The scribbles in the notebook. (Ok, a few words written at the screen in panic/devastation/frustration. So much so, I forgot I even wrote them. But that was it.) It all just froze... Continue Reading →
Make a wish over a flame. Bring home fresh herbs like basil and lavender. Spend some money on fresh cut flowers like jasmine (sensuality), rose (love), and gardenias (peace). Take the shortest night of the year to stay up all night and set intentions. These are all small rituals you can do to welcome the... Continue Reading →
It has been a week since I set off on my Brave Magic weekend with Cheryl Strayed and Elizabeth Gilbert. For a week, I have been working hard to articulate what happened. Working through my notes to create some kind of real and true testimony of my experience. Working on saying [[out loud]] how I... Continue Reading →
Over the past few months, as I have been embarking on this new writing journey––I have had an overwhelming desire to reach deeper, find my inner witchy goddess (yes, I just said that), and connect with other women who feel that creative burn in the pit of their gut. There is this connection I am... Continue Reading →
I need to preface this post with my feelings surrounding some of the content of this podcast. Marianne Williamson has some amazing things to say in her books and in this Super Soul podcast, but if you don't buy into the traditional sense of "GOD" (like I do not) -- it might be difficult for... Continue Reading →
It is dark in my house, although it's only 4 in the afternoon. There is something about being alone, in your most comfortable place, during a dark afternoon. It's like a magical gift. A light scent of lavender incense wafts through the tall ceilings, circling the balloons -- still clinging to their float from days... Continue Reading →
In The Way 