It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery. Galatians 5:1

Sunday, April 28, 2013

Evidence Of Things Unseen....

The last blog post I wrote was January 28th.  Through this post I was sharing what I had been struggling with in 2012 and how 2013 was to be my year to.......


From Jan. 28th, 
Although I still don't fully understand I must BELIEVE the Truth….
The Way is not always my way!
The plans for my life are to prosper me for good not for evil….
The Truth that all things work together for good even when I can't see it….

The Truth that I was created for good works….

And now I will be still because I BELIEVE that something BIG is still happening here.  Even if I can't see it and even though I don't understand.  I will wait with great expectancy!  Because my BIG is not BIG at all......My Makers BIG is so BIG and I can't wait to see how BIG  BIG really is!  

January was a great month.  I had began following Home Sanctuary~Rachel Anne Ridge and felt like I was finally in a routine and on top of schedules, home commitments, volunteer commitments etc.

Shortly after February began...
Life went in a few new directions.
My father fell ill and I was called home.
I spent several days with him.

My man chose a life change which propelled us into a series of events that have kept us on our toes.

This seems BIG and it certainly has been Amazing...
I BELIEVE that there is so much more in store....

Faith is Believing in things unseen and although I could not seem to make sense of letting go of the opportunities in 2012....
I knew that by being obedient to the call to let go the next step in the Plan would be revealed, and it would be GOOD!

The very thing I was holding on to with a tight fist was not what the Plan entailed.

The Plan is to relocate to Dubai United Arab Emirates and begin a journey there.

I am so thrilled for this next Adventure.  An invitation to walk in Faith and Trust Always....

I will continue to BELIEVE in the Truth...
Believe that all things work together for good...
Believe that I am chosen for good works....
Believe in community....
Believe in relationships....
Believe in LOVE...Loving my neighbors! 


Monday, January 28, 2013

Releasing Perfect for BIG!

It was just over a year ago when the "letter" came.
We were transferred to Houston Texas.
A place my man vowed to NEVER live.

Things fell into place so beautifully.
Time line was perfect.
We had friends from long ago that currently lived in Texas.
Found a great house in a great neighborhood.
Schools were fantastic.
The children were able to step out of life in Alberta and into life in Texas without a hitch.
Found a great church that just planted (started).

I knew deep in my heart I was just where my Maker wanted me and great things were going to unfold here.  I was sure I had been called to something BIG even as much as my heart ached leaving my angels, my Tas Philas, my very best friends, the ones who knew my heart so intimately, behind.

And so life began in Texas….
My man began his new job.
My children started new activities and new schools.
I started serving in new capacities.

My soul was on fire and my heart was happy and I was expecting BIG things to happen here!

I began mentoring and serving at a school in Houston.
My heart overflowed with JOY!

I began serving with the RISE ministry at the new church.
I gave thanks for the opportunities and the women that I was serving and serving with.

I began serving in the children's ministry at the new church.
An opportunity to use my gifts!

I began exploring other options in areas of service….
I was busy….

I found a new passion…
Listening to Dr. Tony Evans on the Radio EVERY morning Monday thru Friday!
His message…
The same message that was being spoken to me and my Tas Philas in Alberta (just a different messenger).  A message about marriage and my calling to my home.  Another piece of beauty during a season of change.

I threw myself into full servant hood and immersed myself in messages from Dr. Evans….....

When I walked into that place my soul was on fire.  
My heart was overflowing with joy  
I am sure they thought I was crazy as all I could do was sit there with the biggest smile on my face saying thank you Jesus.  
Thank you that they invited me into their home to teach them about You. 
Thank you that they are offering hospitality…
And the house mom, Lois…JOY she brought such joy to my heart….
I felt like I was right were I was supposed to be.…

The HOPE ministry at the new church…..
Single moms and their children….
My journal was full of ideas and my heart was beating 
and I was praying and seeking how to reach these mommas and their children….
Pages of ideas and visions, Words.

I felt on top of the world….
This could not be more perfect.
Exactly what makes my heart beat!

But this nagging in my heart, in my soul began.

I continued to pursue these new endeavors…
Gracewood and HOPE.
I was so moved by the goodness that these ministries would bring to the women they serve.
I was eager and excited.

This nagging kept scratching at my soul.
As each day passed this nagging became more intense.
I kept seeking and searching, trying to figure out what this nagging in my soul was. 

Each day I felt less alive.  
I felt like I was climbing a mountain to reach JOY but each step I took I slipped on a rock.
I kept going.
Kept climbing.
Seeking and Searching.
And it became more challenging.

I became scared to take another step.
The nagging was so strong….
Captive to fear.  Afraid to be me.....

The message came loud and clear. The messenger….Dr. Tony Evans……
God is to be my focus, my husband and children, my home, was where I was to invest my time.

I felt the call to let go, release the very opportunities that ignited my heart.
How could this be?
Wasn't I called to serve in these areas?
Serving women and children ignite the depths of my being.
This is what makes my heart beat and my soul feel alive.

I thought if I only hold on a bit longer maybe I was hearing wrong….The feeling became overwhelming to release it….Release the opportunity of HOPE and release the goodness of Gracewood.

I knew that if I didn't heed the call to release and let go, if I wasn't obedient, I would not receive the goodness that was waiting for me......  The BIG that I BELIEVED in.

I toiled and pleaded, sought and searched,  from May to Late August…….

I released my ideas and visions that I had recorded for HOPE.

But Gracewoood…I couldn't  It was so perfect it was what stirred my soul….
MY fist was tight around Gracewood….
And yet…I was to release it…..lay it down!?!
Fist clenched tight around Gracewood I continued to plan what my time with those ladies would be like.

And I  continued to toil.

And I was sad and I was angry….
Confused and numb.......
I did not understand why!  
My heart was in anguish….

Let go….

In early September I answered that email….
I released my service at Gracewood.  
My heart felt empty.  
How could release what I felt called to do?
What I thought was perfect!
It should not feel this way!

And in November the call to…
Let go of serving in the children's ministry at the church…
And my heart was wrenching.  
But this was only to be for a while. 
And so I clung to that.
Just let go for a while.

All the while the attacks came.
I wrestled with thoughts…negative self defeating thoughts…awful thoughts….lies….
Thoughts that I was worthless.
Thoughts that I wasn't perfect enough.
Thoughts that I wasn't smart enough.
What were these people who did not know my heart thinking of me?
Thoughts that they believed I was an impostor.

And when I finally began seeking TRUTH...
TRUTHS Richness and Delight….
Truth about who I am…
Truth about my gifts….
Truth about my calling…
When the Light began to shine in the darkness and I began to give thanks for all rather than dance with the lies in my head, I began to see what was happening…
The lies lost power over me!

Although I still don't fully understand I must BELIEVE the Truth….
The Way is not always my way!
The plans for my life are to prosper me for good not for evil….
The Truth that all things work together for good even when I can't see it….

The Truth that I was created for good works….

And now I will be still because I BELIEVE that something BIG is still happening here.  Even if I can't see it and even though I don't understand.  I will wait with great expectancy!  Because my BIG is not BIG at all......My Makers BIG is so BIG and I can't wait to see how BIG  BIG really is!  

Saturday, January 12, 2013


be·lieve [bih-leevverb, be·lieved, be·liev·ing.
verb (used without object) have confidence in the truth, the existence, or the reliability of something, although without absolute proof that one is right in doing so: Only if one believes in something can one act purposefully.

verb (used with object) have confidence or faith in the truth of (a positive assertion, story, etc.); give credence to. have confidence in the assertions of (a person). have a conviction that (a person or thing) is, has been, or will be engaged in a given action or involved in a given situation: suppose or assume; understand (usually followed by a noun clause): 

This week as I chose to  BELIEVE it has been amazing to see the wonders unfolding so brilliantly around me.

~I BELIEVE and chose to communicate with an artist who was on her way to Manila with Full Circle Exchange.  A complete stranger but a calling in my heart.  I BELIEVED my words were valuable and I used them to encourage her and lift her up as she journeyed toward this moment of pouring out LOVE on these women who were/are in bondage to slavery…. NO expectations, just words to give….and she gave me words back. 

Expectations kill relationships.  
Without expectations what can topple the surprising wonder of the moment?  
~Ann Voskamp, One Thousand Gifts

And what a wonderful moment this exchange of words was!

~I BELEIVE and chose to communicate with an author/social justice seeker AKA Culture Rebel who pursues rebelling against the status quo to defeat poverty and injustice.  She answered my question and a brief conversation ensued.  A conversation about things that really matter.
When I am open so much good comes rushing in and my soul is stirred.
When I am closed I leave little room for Beauty to enter.

~I BELIEVE in a project that I feel called to.  I am working with another sweet friend who is forging a path for change.  Because of this role I  have to BELEIVE that I have what it takes and that my words and desires matter.  This week my task was to seek people who could help answer some questions in regards to how to move forward with the project.
I risked.  
I Dared Greatly. 
I was courageous. 
I made the contacts and I was left astounded at the responses I received back.

~In the mail we received a package….

In it….treasures….each of my Alberta Tas Philas favorite things given to me….
precious and uplifting, encouraging.  
BELIEVE friendships.  
BELIEVE I belong.

And my 3rd born….
he was playing with his best friend ever….
because relationships matter…
we matter….

~A little boy…terminal…days to live the doctors say…LIVING and raising his arm, skin and bones, tubes and tape…in worship….to Jehova Rophe..BELIEVING that those days have passed and death will be defeated. Christians Fight being fought and each little step is a step of HOPE a step toward LIFE.

~BELIEVE beauty in the broken as I speak to women on the phone.  Encouraging them to join our Bible study at Second Mile Mission Center.
BELIEVE they matter!

~Gave a sweet, tender teen girl time.  Entered into a conversation with her encouraging her by telling her she was a kind, sweet,well mannered girl.  She allowed herself to be vulnerable and share her story with me. A story of rejection, brokeness, seeking, searching, hoping!  I shared with her.
BELIEVE stories are necessary.
BELIEVE grace.  
BELIEVE healing.  
BELIEVE vulnerable is strong.

I embraced this week seeing with clarity, veils pulled back.  
This week as I chose to BELIEVE… 
Seeing Freedom.  
My soul awakened to so much more.  
BELIEVING the desires of my heart and moving toward those desires.

What did you BELIEVE in order to see with veils pulled back this week?  
What amazing wonders unfolded brilliantly for you?

Photo courtesy of Jodene Shaw Mixed Media Art &Photography
To Believe is to Trust…
To Trust is to see Clearly….

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Monday, January 7, 2013


As 2012 rolls out and 2013 rolls in many people choose to make resolutions.  Resolutions have never been my choice to ring in a new year.  I always anticipated a new year but expected nothing more than a few inevitable changes that may or may not impact me.  Each year rolled on,  some being more exciting and full of adventure than others but for the most part no intention was pondered as the New Year arrived.

3 years ago a new idea came to me.  
A word.  
A word for the year. 
Living out the word daily. 
Seeing each day through the lens of my Word.

  Although just today as I was reading words penned by others many words put together,  I learned that this idea of a Word for the year is not new. 

Many, many people choose a Word over a resolution.

3 years ago however the idea of a word for me came when I was fulfilling my practicum placement  at a residential treatment facility for teens who had experienced trauma.
It was my first day.  
The day team building was happening.  
We gathered in the art therapy studio. 
 There we were given instructions by the clinician.
  He would be giving us a word.  
This word would be a word that the children would come to know and live. 

We would be creating a piece of art on canvas with oil paint that would showcase the word and this piece would be hung in the house for the children to see and meditate on.  I was feeling nervous!  
I had never met my colleagues and now I had to risk. 
 I was being asked to be real, transparent, vulnerable. 
 I was uncomfortable.  

The WORD….  
Diligence…what did that mean.  
How could I create a piece that would speak to the children, 
speak to me, 
speak to my colleagues, 
speak to families that entered their children's home away from home?

And thus my Word journey began….I rekindled a old flame.  I was on fire for Words…
My heart was longing and expecting...

Diligently I created a masterpiece.  I diligently walked intentionally daily to understand what it meant to practice diligence.

And the next year came….
No resolution.  No BIG sudden change…
Just a Word…
A year to learn more about Love…
Reading, collecting, journaling all I could about Love..

And this year…
As 2012 closes and 2013 begins 
My heart speaks, the Word is everywhere……

Speaking to me.
Telling me to Believe.
Believe there is more for me.

40 years of wandering, searching, seeking while held 
captive to fear
captive to unbelief
captive to shame

Desiring more.  
Searching for what my heart screams for.
  Seeking diligently and never feeling full...never satisfied.  

That chapter finished, a new one begins. 

Now as clear as pristine waters of a white sand beach I know what I need to fill me…
To Believe!

Photo courtesy of Jodene Shaw Art and Photography

Believe the desires in my heart are real and alive and known
Believe in change
Believe in my passion
Believe Promises
Believe Truth
Believe I am worthy
Believe my gifts are to be used for greatness
Believe mistakes are OK
Believe vulnerable is strong
Believe I am called to do great things
Believe that my ideas are valuable
Believe what I feel inside
Believe I have what it takes
Believe that it is not the critic that counts
Believe I belong
Believe I am an artist
Believe I am an author
Believe healing
Believe Love
Believe my voice
Believe wholeheartedness
Believe I will have a positive life changing impact in the lives of others
Believe friendships
Believe grace 
Believe beauty in the broken
Believe stories are necessary
Believe authentic
Believe in we
Believe community
Believe the Way the Truth the Light!

Believe that I have travelled this road….
Trials, tribulations, joy, floods of happiness, confusion, pain, let downs, disappointment, grace, elation…..For a purpose set out long before….

A cleansing of my soul.
Toxins flushed out.
40 years of eyes seeing blurred.
Seeking to Believe.
A soul with a junk hangover.
Each blurred step, a step toward detox.
Toward clarity.
Toward Freedom.
Toward Truth.
Walking one step at a time in the Way.
Walking toward Life.

Each step with an insatiable hunger.
A longing.
Each step a bite of Manna to feed me.
A bite of Beauty to chew on and savor.
Each step seeking...
Longing to be captivated by Beauty…

Beauty surrounding me.
A Blue Jay in my tree.
An innocent smile from my 3rd born.
My mans determination.
Compassion of the 2nd born.
Faith of a mother whose child is terminal.
My first borns longing to Love fully.
Ocean waves crashing on rocks.
Her 8 year old creativeness shared.
The broken crying for healing.
Friends that Love unconditionally
Conversing with poor
Community together in the wake of tragedy

Believe Beauty is for me.
Believe Freedom is for me.
Believe the endless voice calling me to peel of the veils and truly see.  
Believe Transcendence.

2013 I will Believe.
I will Believe so I may see.

Anything is possible if a person Believes.
Mark 9:23

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

The rEd Suitcase

One week to the day I decided to unpack my suitcase.
Maybe I chose to leave it because I would again have to visit the raw reality of the longing in my heart.  A longing that often leaves me confused and in angst.  The longing to be KNOWN.  The longing to be in relation with those who know me deeply and authentically.  Maybe I left it unpacked because the realness of returning to a place in which I am not known and often feel childlike, small, awkward, out of place was to much to bear.

As I looked at the rEd suitcase contemplating the task before me I start playing the reel in my head about the junk in my trunk.  All of the rubbish I have acquired on my life journey.  Junk that is heavy and burdensome to carry around.  I ponder if this is  what  keeps me from delving into the rEd suitcase, the unpacking of rawness and reality.  

I would have to unpack some junk if I unpacked that rEd suitcase and I wasn't ready for that.  I couldn't bring myself to deal with what was resonating in my heart.  I did not want to have to dig deep and search my soul.  I just wanted to be in the "bubble" where I was known.  The bubble where I was free to be me.  The bubble where I felt confident and worthy.  The bubble where I belonged.  The bubble where  I was  LOVED  DEEPLY.  The place where they get me and all of my "junk".  The place where they value and cherish me.  The place where I can have authentic, meaningful conversations.
I belong.  Just as I am, I belong in that bubble.

It occurred to me this morning….yes this morning….8 days after arriving back here to where I reside, that when I went home to my bubble it had been a year almost to the day that I had left my bubble.  I have been in this place I reside for just one year.  It also occurred to me that my junk I wasn't wanting to unpack was the feeling of being unknown, lacking a sense of belonging. 

I know I must press into the feeling to go where I neither fit in or belong because that is the setting chosen by the Author of my story. It is awkward and uncomfortable and 

I struggle.  

I struggle to reveal the real authentic me…..

I try. 

I try to talk to and connect with new people yet 
I feel so weak and unimportant and misunderstood.

And so…… 
I faced the daunting painful task of unpacking my rEd suitcase.  
I took on the task of unpacking the feelings of smallness and awkwardness.

I began taking each piece out and studying it.  
Looking at it closely and telling a story to me about what it meant. 

A beautiful bracelet hand made by my precious Patti, given to each Tas Philas.  A story of connection and belonging.  


Creations Beauty~Canmore Alberta

Another beautiful bracelet from my precious Patti because she knew I would love it and it reminded her of me.  A story of being known so intimately that she can pick a piece of jewelery that reflects who I am and know how it will move my heart.

A flashlight from Trev given to each of us girls so we would always have a Light to guide us while we were out in the wilderness chasing bears!  Kindness and care for us as a group of sisters.

A new scarf purchased to celebrate our red dress night.  The night we would celebrate connection and worthiness. A night we would celebrate each sister that had climbed out of the pit of yuck and rose up.

A card with such kind words from a person whom I know 
but had not had the priviledge of spending much time with. 
 A person who sees the REAL me and chose to enter into my story in authenticity. 
 A person who gave time.

A Book and Workbook given selflessly to me by a precious man.  
They were his for his own use with his Bible study group.
He gave them to me because he knows I hunger for Truth.

A big ol jar of peanut butter and a box full of bags of Ketchup chips as per request of my children who also miss the comfort of home. I value my children and LOVE them DEEPLY wanting only for them to feel like they belong in this place.

 Roots T-Shirts that say Canada as per request of my children to remind them of the place they belong, the place they to are known and loved deeply, the place they are rooted in.

And I look UP and give Thanks…..

Pouring out Gratitude for the richness of my Blessings.
Gratitude for each Gift and what they mean to my soul….

Each Gift given as a Light to shine on my soul reminding me that I am NOT small, I am NOT a child….

My attention is caught by one last remnant in my rEd suitcase…..

I reach in to the pocket of the lid of the rEd suitcase and I pull out the papers….

And I look....
 and my heart beats faster.....

I lay them out on my bed…
A lump forms in my throat and it is dry…..

Tears roll down my face…

My precious Artist….
she has captured my heart, rocked my soul yet again.

A picture for each of us…

Personal, very very personal.
From an 8 year old child.  
Innocent and untarnished from the yuck of the flesh.

She creates a piece for each of us.

My man's heart and love!

The calling my second born feels on his life.

The deep longing in my first borns
He let go of dreams and many years of training basketball to fulfill the longing in is heart.  
My third born loves dogs.  He wants to be a vet someday.

And for me...The Ark!  She knows I LOVE my Author!

She knows us.
She knows what moves us.
She knows our interests.


Untainted, untarnished childlike FAITH.

No barriers.
No judgement.
No gossip.
No skepticism.
No turned up nose.
No hurt.
No ill motives.
No selfish ambitions.
No expectations.
No busyness.

Nothing but time.
Time with us.
Time listening to us, watching us, just being present with us.

She knows. 
She knows us!

And I can only  WEEP!
And give thanks for her childlike Faith that is placed in her heart by the One who truly knows us!
To shine bright!
To bring Light to a dark place.
I give thanks for her Art created out of innocence!

Her Art, A Gift, given to her to share.  Shared with me to remind me I AM KNOWN!

Art courtesy and copyright of Jodene Shaw Mixed Media Artist


Lord, you have examined my heart
and know everything about me.
You know when I sit down or stand up.
You know my thoughts even when I’m far away.
You see me when I travel
and when I rest at home.
You know everything I do.
You know what I am going to say
even before I say it, Lord.
You go before me and follow me.
You place your hand of blessing on my head.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
 too great for me to understand!
~New Living Translation~

And I close my EMPTY rEd suitcase and put it in the closet.

Tuesday, September 18, 2012


When I look at what makes a day a GREAT DAY for me two words come to mind
Servant Hood 

As I journey through this adventure I am on, I often contemplate
 what it is that revs my soul, 
that makes me feel alive full of JOY!

It is simply serving others……
Being with other people…….

When I am serving others I can only have a selfless attitude of gratitude.
When I have laid down myself it is then that my heart pumps out pure JOY!

When I am surrounded by people I am entering into their story and they mine. 
Ideas are shared.  

Pain and tribulation is walked through with gum boots on 
and encouragement pushing us 
through the swamp. 

Connection and compassion 
for our self 
and others
 is what is needed 
in order to get through the muck with out getting stuck.  

I love that we are called to embark on this journey with each other.  

When I attempt to go at this alone
 I often feel empty, lost, angry, bitter, disconnected and desperate,
 and unworthy of belonging. 

It is then that I am held captive, 
enslaved to the negative voices in my head trying to convince me 
that I am worthless, 
that nobody cares about me, 
nobody cares about my story!

My story is silenced.

And when my story is silenced I am a slave.

But I journey to live in FREEDOM.  
Live to tell my story and hear others stories because stories matter. 
People matter. 
If we want to live with our whole hearts from a place of Love
our stories must be told, shared and embraced. 

Every chapter.
Even the messy chapters, the scary chapters, the imperfect chapters.  

"Stories have to be told or they die,
and when they die,

 we can't remember who we are or why we're

~August Boatwright in The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd

My GREAT DAY was a great day as I served at the Shared Dreams facility 
with a friend. 

Cheryl and I sorting and hanging clothes together!

Our artistic design of outfits!

We entered into the stories of the people who come to this facility 
 because life has been a bit hard for them. 
They come here to meet Grace and have Mercy reign down on them.  

We entered into the story of the women running the facility. 
We heard about their experience working here 
in this place with families and children. 

We heard their stories.  
We shared our stories.
  They encouraged us as mothers. 

My friend and I shared each others stories about the towns we grew up in and how they have shaped us.  
We shared about how that experience has changed us.  
We shared about what it meant to be where we are at today 
and how life has changed us, chiseled us to be who we were created to be. 

We shared about friendships, marriage, parenting. 

We were vulnerable and we are better because of it. 


I love learning and hunger for knowledge.
I love research and the findings one captures.  

Not in just any area
but in the area of becoming the best version of ourselves, 
and living our stories in FREEDOM
along with understanding what it means to
live from the heart, live boldly in LOVE!

Thanks to my wonderful Can Am Tas Philas group
I was led to Brene Brown. 

And yet the goodness did not stop at the Shared Dreams Facility...

It continued as

I embarked on another adventure this GREAT DAY with another precious friend. 

I am right here in the mecca of goodness and research on social and psychological stuff.  
OHHH how my heart is sooo happy! 

This adventure led us to a book launch party!

Brene was releasing her new book Daring Greatly
 and I drug my sweet precious friend 
Catherine along with me to embrace this opportunity. 

Sweet Catherine is "into" becoming the best version of herself 
and sharing her story
 (which must be why we are here together because but two years ago we were neighbors in Canada and did not even know it ((Providence)))!

 but hanging out with a bunch of social workers, 
psychologists, addiction clinicians, 
lawyers and engineers 
is not what she would consider "her thing".  

She bravely and courageously entered into my story and joined me on this adventure (and had a great time and learned a ton).

6 books 6 Tas Philas...Me introducing US!

This event outlined more of my story adding more to the plot.... 
It helped me write a few more chapters in my story. 
This event invited me into wreckless abandon, risk!

I am thrilled to press into my story and 
 dig deeper 
into the research that Brene has discovered on shame and vulnerability.
I am stirred to undertand more of my story through her work.

I am compelled to join others in their story.

The excitement of the Tas Philas and her work in Canada!

What is most exciting is the Can Am Tas Philas and I will be embarking on Brene's book study Daring Greatly beginning on September 26th.  
Amy the Can and "Flat" Jodi the Am
 of the Can Am Tas Philas

Amy, Patti, Laura, ME!  Can of the Can Am Tas Philas

Jaime of the Can of the Can Am Tas Philas

As we connect and learn, embrace and serve I am overjoyed to see how together and apart from each other our stories are written and how the work of Brene will encourage us with a strength beyond our selves to Dare Greatly....

I know that buried deeply in my heart and soul is the imperfect ability to be kind to myself as I live and walk in freedom, 
loving myself and those around me, 
while experiencing and providing a sense of belonging 
in a place that is safe to tell and experience my story, our story.

I want to awaken my soul to this......

I am going enter the arena and Dare Greatly to live with audacious authenticity practicing my truest gifts of courage compassion and connection.  


Won't you join me?

Thank you for this GREAT DAY ladies at Shared Dreams, Cheryl, Catherine and  Brene!
My heart is full of JOY and GRATTITUDE!