There was a time when it felt like having flaws or struggles somehow made me less than, and I spent all my time trying to hide those parts of me. I longed desperately to be known but avoided being really seen. Unsurprisingly, this did not lead to the authentic connection I craved – with myself…
Words
A Message of Hope in a Simple Package
Sometimes the most profound messages come in the simplest packages. My daughter brings home piles of paper every day, and I discovered this in the middle of it: And on the back was this: (In case you need help deciphering a 5-year-old’s artwork, that’s a picture of her turning on the light.) Finding this…
If I Could, I’d Tell You The Secrets to Living. Starting With This.
If I could, I’d tell you the secrets that would light your heart forever. I would say them soft and slow to get you to lean in and listen closely. If I could tell you exactly how to make the most out of your life, I’d ask how you’d be living today if you knew that…
How Breakthroughs Happen
About three months ago, something kind of amazing happened. It was a breakthrough, really. For three months, I’ve thought about that moment just about every day, and just about every day, I find new meaning in it. For three months, I’ve also thought about telling you the story of that breakthrough but could never decide…
The Way Back Home (A Poem for Liberation)
There was a time I used to think the key to liberation lay outside of me, in someone else’s hands waiting to be pleased. Then one day, I looked inside, and saw a familiar light that greeted me as if no time had passed in the ages since we’d met. And I remembered then what…
How Big Things Begin
When you’re carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders and wondering whether you have anything to offer, do not underestimate the power of one. When you’re a thousand miles from where you long to be and feel lost before you’ve started, do not doubt the impact of moving an inch. And when you’re…
Back to Life
For a long time, it was always something. Something wrong. Something missing. Something ugly. Something to change, fix, stop, be, do. It was a never-ending disappearing act. After a while, I didn’t know what I liked much less who I was. It was a journey built on baby steps, but slowly, surely, I performed…
A Recipe for Making Fire
A recipe for making fire: a spark courage room to breath desire. Light your fire with the free ritual for receiving. It’s a daily ritual for more love and light, clarity and confidence, meaning and connection.
Knowing
“let me lead the way,” her heart whispered. “I know where we’re going.” Tune in to the whispers of your heart with a ritual for receiving. It’s a daily ritual for love and light, clarity and confidence, meaning and connection. And it’s my free gift to you.
A Poem for Loving Yourself, No Matter What They Say
Before, an excerpt from There, I Might Find Peace. Before you told me who to be, I wanted to be me. Before you taught me what to change, I wanted to be free. Before you said to doubt myself, I knew myself the best. Now that I’ve done all that you asked, I still…