In the early mornings when the fog would roll over the mountains like a wave, we’d run through the vineyards until he’d plop down in the mustard blooms, his black coat covered in yellow. The mystery of his disappearance still haunts me. It used to be the missing of his muzzle pressed into the crook of my arm, insistent and easy, that I longed for. But through the years it became the answers that I craved— How does a 180-pound Great Dane simply disappear? It isn’t as if I didn’t try to find him, because I did. With every fiber…
MY LIFE IS DEDICATED TO CREATING SPACES THAT PULL THE INVISIBLE INTO THE REALM OF THE SEEN…BECAUSE IT IS THE UNSEEN WHERE THE SOUL RESIDES.
MY FASCINATION WITH HOW WE TRANSFORM OUR SURROUNDINGS, HAS EVOLVED INTO A FASCINATION WITH HOW WE WILLINGLY ALLOW WHAT WE GO THROUGH TO TRANSFORM THE INTERIORS OF WHO WE ARE.
Have you noticed that there are some people who change the room just by being precisely who they are?
There are those who are absorbed by trends, opinions, popularity. And then there are those who elevate us by refusing to be anyone but themselves.
These are the room-changers. The ones who shift the energy. The ones who bring beauty to everything they touch.
THERE IS NO TIME TO BE LIKE ANYTHING OR ANYONE BUT SIMPLY AND METICULOUSLY MORE LIKE YOU.
Finding Yourself
In the early mornings when the fog would roll over the mountains like a wave, we’d run through the vineyards…
THE POWER OF AND
I stood in the center of the March morning and I wept. Not because it was snowing in March. But…
Conversations With Yourself
My mama died of pancreatic cancer. My daddy, a ruptured aorta. Is it a surprise that my tumor is lodged…
The persistence of Prayer
When everything done in your humanness seems inadequate, trust that the answers will come. Then, don’t rush, just wait. And breathe. Because…