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Briefcase.
Today has been wild. I’ve written quite a bit about the year of the snake the last few posts. Consequently, I have been reviewing the year as well. What did I learn, what am I letting go of, what energy am I bringing in? Questions of did I do enough, did I learn enough, am I worthy enough resurfaced through…
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Must love dogs.
I’m staring at my work computer and my calendar is chaos and so am I. Gemma has had some post operative complications which is nothing life threatening but the lack of sleep, worry and extra steps in my routine has also complicated my emotional state. I’m actually very raw and hurting right now as I’m walking through some awareness’s. Something…
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Gemma.
This past weekend was a doozy. Lately, I’ve been moving through life with more flow than force. The Year of the Snake asked me to shed, not things, but patterns. Beliefs. Stories. Perspectives that no longer served me. Some of that shedding was painful, some of it has been profoundly freeing. And just as I thought I was working towards…
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The shedding.
Creation and flow were my words of 2024 which felt like a building year, a year of me creating the habits of a brand new person. A person who trusted herself, a person who shed weight physically, spiritually and emotionally. A person who bet on herself and owned her true essence. The armor and the masks were slowly dissolving and…
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Breadcrumbs.
My daily walks outside are therapy for me. I hold them sacredly because I use this time as an opportunity to pour back into myself and reflect. While on my walks I mainly listen to music, scripture and podcasts- whatever I feel called to for the day. While I was out on my walk this past weekend, I was listening…
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Twisted Sheets.
As I was making my bed this morning, I found myself in state of gratitude for my journey through marriage. Pillows on the ground, sheets tangled, comforter and blankets twisted and I couldn’t help but think that our bed symbolized the perfectly imperfect relationship we have today. Our relationship has been riddled with lust, pleasure, passion, betrayal, hurt, fear, shadows,…
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Humble Pie.
To my oldest daughter, Let me start by telling you how grateful I am that you picked me to be your Mom. I honestly had no clue what I was doing in your early years (hell, maybe not even now in your teenage years) but know that I loved you and never wanted to be the source of any pain…
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Natasha.
Dear Natasha, You were a part of my story that I wanted to erase. You were a young woman that I shamed. I wanted to keep you hidden forever. My kids, family, friends and future colleagues were to never know of your existence. You were a secret, a lie and a very vulnerable part of me. After years of keeping…
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I swallowed the darkness.
The path to healing is a beautiful mess in all aspects. There’s days where things come easy and then there are days where you’re literally beating your head against the wall dealing with the same patterns and triggers over and over again. My husband actually started to do the work ahead of me and what transpired was a man who…
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September 26, 1984.
Dear Mom and Dad, Thank you for falling in love and giving me life. Thank you for trusting in me to break the patterns and generational trauma. Thank you for believing in me. Thank you both for playing the roles you did in my life. Thank you for loving me and protecting me as best as you knew how. Thank…
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STRIPPED. 