Self Love

My beautiful purple padded bag, with four unique crystal bowls nested inside, lying upside down on the pavement. They made the most magical sound as they landed… like wind chimes made of sea glass. And yes, I knew what that beautiful sound really meant.

This morning I was struggling to make conscious contact with the God of my understanding. Another way to say this is I was struggling to show up for my spiritual…

I woke up early this morning…the sounds of nature on a steamy post-summer morning urging me outside… A few weeks ago, during my own healing session, I reluctantly agreed on…

WARNING!!!!  Potentially Triggering language in this post. So if you react to the GOD word, please read with caution:-) You have been warned. OK…here we go! Yeah…so I struggled with…