She Surrenders.
She stands tall. Naked and vulnerable. Open to the elements and unforgivably strong to the wind. She bares her imperfections. She realizes now they make up her soul. It wasn't always this way. This knowledge. This trust and faith she has year after year. She remembers the first time she was stripped down. To the bare branches. It was cold and she felt vulnerable and open. Open to criticism of
Let’s Begin. Here. Now.
I had a moment recently where I realized my insides didn't match my outsides. I looked at my space, my home, and it was boring. Sparce. It lacked invitation. How do you begin to create that space, where your vision matches your heart? Steps. Small ones and big ones. I wanted a space that is warm and inviting. It's loving and unconditional. You feel welcome here. Grab a cup of
Being Brave.
Sometimes its the most simple of actions. A decision in the moment. One that takes weeks. It's a personal and deeply moving action, being brave. The definition states, "possessing or exhibiting courage or courageous endurance." I believe its personal for each of us. We each have our own brave. Women, mainly, and mothers in particular, face bravery every day. Choices that may seem small at the time lead
Right.There.In.Front.Of.You
This picture I took on one of my long car rides home from work. When I was manifesting my ideal home earlier this year, I neglected to also list the fact I wanted the house to be close to work. So my 20 minute drive home in traffic turned into 45 minutes to 1 hour. I was getting home frustrated and tense, and it took me a