Your state of happiness is of your choosing. Your state of gratitude is of your choosing.
Your heart’s condition is of your choosing. We say this not to disempower you, but to empower you to greater choice.
We say this not to chastise you for the times you feel bad, but to reassure you that you can build a joyful heart and create that energy within yourself, even as you allow for difficult feelings to flow through…
Read MoreYou have been preparing for this for lifetimes.
Seeding the light. Traveling the way of the pilgrim. Journeying to your planet in service to a higher good.
Now here you are. This is your time. This is your time when the collective fruits of your endeavors will begin to bring in a harvest of wealth…
Read MoreEach of one of you may be experiencing some degree of fear right now.
Some degree of uncertainty. Some degree of questioning bout the course you see your world taking—
What if we told you it was safe to trust? In your personal spiritual connection. In your own heart. In your connection to All That Is…
Read MoreYesterday my newest book, Revelations of The Sky: 133 passages on the alchemy of grief, was released.
It’s been an odyssey to write this book and conclude a trilogy I began writing back in 2016, which folds in so many pivotal moments of my life including losing my brother Brent, transplanting at midlife to the island of Kauai in search of reinvention, and following the giant dreams inside my heart to see who I'd become if I trusted and believed…
Read MoreWe blinked and it’s almost October. At least it seems that way to me in this strange year of 2020 where everything feels like it’s moving at warp speed, yet chugging along in an “are we there yet?” fashion, making the concept of time feel both turtle and hare all at once.
And yet Fall Equinox just passed, the Harvest Moon is nigh, and I have a book coming out at the beginning of October, whose last rounds of read-throughs and edits reminded that almost a year has indeed passed since I penned the final pages in my Lamentations Trilogy…
Read MoreRest. Each one of you. And be in this moment. And now this one. And this one.
Feel how perfectly loved and held you are.
Cradled and cared for like a rare rose in an exquisitely tended garden filled with nourishment, life, and sunlight. Upheld by the earth and her helpers from the elemental, crystal, and mineral kingdom.
That is how supported you are. That is how precious you are. This is how divinely guided you are…
Read MoreThis passage is a sneak peek from my upcoming book Revelations of The Sky.
‘To See By Candlelight’
I’m trying to learn what I can in this difficult season.
The other day, I was talking to a soul sister after our workout class. She is a kindred connection who sees life through a lens of hope, and we were having an honest conversation about how our summers were going. I shared the financial pressures and unexpected breakdown that has been occurring…
Read MoreA poem for speaking light into the world.
‘Follow the Love’
Speak kindness.
Speak truth.
Speak healing.
Speak belief.
Speak the world
you'd like to see.
A poem inspired by mystical things…
‘Write Your Dragon’
First pink—
the hot kind,
then blue—
the royal kind,
next red—
the rouge kind.
Each day is yours to take and make.
I know it doesn’t always feel this way. I know it’s hard sometimes. I know the struggle is real. I struggle too.
And yet I also know there is so much beauty when we take the time to find our rose colored glasses and notice all the places our world is painted in color.
There is good happening when we cultivate good by finding the joy that exists.
Read MoreMy brother would have been 44 yesterday.
It’s the fourth June 13th, ‘Brent would have been _ today,’ that has passed without him here. Since we lost him at 39, I’ve often written about how he’ll remain forever 39 in my mind and how strange it is to carry on aging without him passing through the number first.
40. 41. 42. Soon 43. These are all numbers I’ve experienced without him, and I don’t really know what to make of that. It just is.
Read MoreI woke up this morning with a quiet heart, who grew heavy when I saw the headlines and reports of more rioting and violence in the United states of America.
The household was quiet—for once I managed to sneak out of the bedroom without waking the cat or the dog (both who can be quite high needs first thing in the morning), made myself a cup of coffee, and sat down on my meditation pillows as I contemplated life and watched night’s ink sky begin to streak with dawn’s silver and gray.
I lit candle. Burned a little juniper. Put my hand on my heart, opened myself to spirit…
Read MoreI have a tradition that I do around Memorial Day each year. It began in 2016. Memorial weekend was a total gift that year. I’d just lost Brent that January, and after a long, cold, grief filled winter, the warm sunshine and blue skies that graced the last bit of May were medicine for my heart.
So were the flowers I bought in profusion that weekend. Cherry blooms, daffodil buds, purple pansies spilling out of their baskets— I turned the front porch and back patio into an enchanted garden, and I spent Memorial Day sitting on my porch in the sunshine, writing, drawing and enjoying time with my husband and our fur kids.
I was going through a deep process of transformation at the time…
Read MoreYesterday I had a tiny epiphany.
One of those transcendent moments of seeing something with greater clarity where your heart goes aha! and you know you’ve just had a bound of personal growth.
It happened in Kappa during a late afternoon walk by the ocean…
Read MoreIt’s been a quiet season of heart these last few months.
The timing of the pandemic became a catalyst to a season of introspection and reevaluation, and I’ve used my time at home to try and appreciate the simple pleasures in life, search the wisdom in my heart and make space for new truths to reveal themselves.
I’ve been sorting through a lot this last season trying to see my bigger picture and continue to find answers for the questions in my heart…
Read MorePoetry Mused by Beauty…
‘Bahut Sundar’
I’d like to see poetry in the clouds again.
Stitch the rain with curiosity and wonder.
Talk to a gnome where the blue fern grows.
Dreamwalk Dorado by crescent moon’s thunder…
Poetry for this slow down time…
Sublime
Use this time to return to you and
let yourself sink back into your truth.
Use this time to unwind in divine and
allow for the breadth of your heart’s sublime…
We have several families of baby chicks on the property right now.
The eight, who I now call the adolescents, appeared about 7 or 8 weeks back. Right around the time when the world was stopping and everybody went indoors. We’ve been feeding them and watching them grow since from tiny little balls of baby fluff to gangling, rather awkward looking teens.
The little yellow family appeared about 4 weeks ago…
Read More‘The Growing Up Years’
They were the years I learned,
our hearts often travel of
their own volition,
with no permission slips
and little regard for the field trips
they take with our lives…
Back in January I chose 'Happiness' as the theme I wanted to learn about and grow in 2020.
Each year I choose a word or phrase whose essence and energy I'd like to better know and understand. Then as the year goes on, I begin to see what the word has to teach me, which always shows up in unexpected ways— sometimes rewriting my definition and understanding of the word entirely.
For example, I once chose “Peaceful Heart” with the intent that my life be drama free and heart healing after a previous year fraught with transition and heartache…
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