Be Your Own Knight in Shining Light…
When I began studying naturopathic medicine
We circle.
I write this to you from a place of raw vulnerability. I am still fresh from the experience and so I write to you. I write to get out of my head. To put it into an existence other than my own. I write to give it energy and life so it may live and breathe on so it stays alive. I give you this experience because my
Angels Within Us
Do you ever sit around and think about angels? Really? Do they exist? Who are they? Today I wondered, "Do angels have to bargain? Do they have to barter with other angels for the safety of muptiple people?" Because, not everyone is lucky all the time. A loved one is involved in an accident and somehow comes out unscathed. Who is to thank for that? Did he have a guardian
Letting It All Go…
I was recently contemplating a stressful situation. As I was reliving conversations (or imagining them in my head) I just overheard myself say to myself, "Those were my emotional years". What is wrong with the emotional years? Is it just because I have some extra hormones laying around from my pregnancies or that I'm inching my way closer to menopause. What is it that makes us so afraid to
Touching Justin Timberlake (and other spiritual stories). Oh..and a give away!
I was introduced to vision boards when I was about thirteen. It was the most magical concept I could have ever been introduced to. This friend of my mother's told me how if I cut out pictures and words and paste them into a journal or notebook, and looked at this and felt the emotions and feelings that were created from this collage, that I could have
Can You Feel with Your Elbow?
I like to think about what was going on the year the grapes were growing; how the sun was shining; if it rained. I like to think about all the people who tended and picked the grapes. And if it's an old wine, how many of them must be dead by now. I like how wine continues to evolve, like if I opened a bottle of wine
Rise up to Your Dreams
I never really considered myself to have a green thumb. As a child if I ever got dirty I would run to my mother and exclaim, "Nassy, nassy!" and beg my mother to wash my hands. Yet, my mother's love for gardening definitely rubbed off on me and I constantly love to dig in the dirt, welcome the earthworms and whisper to the ladybugs. Over the last week I
My battle.
I had been in battle for months. I had fought and fallen. Risen and took on another. I had walked into the arena with heavy armor. It was all so heavy. My shield and my sword. I never realized how heavy it was before, but now, it seemed to keep me from being quick and maneuver the way I intended. I should drop it. Let it go. I
I do it with my eyes closed.
I haven't been particularly awesome at feeling. Feeling emotions, feeling love for myself, my body, my being. I was reading a few weeks ago, and in this moment of mid-paragraph, these thoughts started to flood my mind, so I picked up my journal and scribbled it all down:: "We continue to seek connection with that we assume is outside of ourselves-Source, Spirit, God, The Universe. We search outside
Step into the Sunshine
"In the depth of the winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer." -Albert Camus Journals. I have tons. I dug them out today. Stacked them up. Flipped through them. sigh. All these beautiful pages I have wasted. They yearn for fulfillment. They want to go on a journey. Feel something