Finding my self in the heap
Something is going on. I have felt it for a long time. I finally decided to do something about it, but instead of turning inside
Survival of the Mom-iest
Lost in a whirlwind of emotion and riding the tidal wave of hormones, a postpartum mom will find herself questioning her sanity. There is nothing "wrong" with you. When a recent client reached out, I felt like it was time to address a few postpartum tips. Her bravery in sending me a quick text was a huge step for new moms. Just asking for help is hard enough
The Keeper…
Women have long been the keepers. Keeper of stories. Family history. Secrets. Wishes. Dreams. Round a warm fireplace or simply held in her arms you may have told her your thoughts of the day, or let them melt off of you and wash away. Letting her cleanse your soul so that you could go farther. Make it another day. Offering you what reserves she has within herself. Taking
Revelations and Evolutions…
We all need support. We all have our days of feeling like we are alone in the world. Often times we look at other people's lives and we think, "Wow, they really have it together." I get that a lot. People often remark at how they think I have all my ducks in a row and that I have created this perfect existence
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
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
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
Dear Jessica, My answers are in blue. Love, God
I have these moments of clarity when I am looking for answers. Its usually when I am the most quiet. The most centered within myself. The noise is turned off. I can hear me. I woke up the other morning with one phrase of a song playing in my mind. It played over and over again. And then I listened to what that phrase kept saying:: Don't
Send her love.
She has been with me for as long as I can remember. She doesn't have a name, but she has this immense, powerful presence. She lingers too long in some moments, and too short in others. I've never imagined her to look a certain way. In fact I've never seen her face. But this voice of hers. Its so loud sometimes. Mean, in fact. She criticizes me in
Three Gifts
On a daily basis now, I am constantly in search of, and opening myself up to the gifts of joy I receive every day. Last week I received three gifts, all while at my full time job, and all within the same day. Three gifts that only a mother would appreciate. But they were three gifts that added to my already deep appreciation for mothers in and