Can we talk about how hard April has been? Really hard. You would think I’d be prepared, knowing it’s the… Read more Where the rubber meets the road
I think it’s time to forgive all the Sarahs. Heck, not just forgive them — thank them! They were doing… Read more I’d like to thank all the Sarahs . . .
Before there were synced calendars and day planners and even before there were trapper keepers, there was a little girl who sat in trees. She sat in the trees for what felt like hours, though it might have been mere minutes. She dreamed, journal-ed and sketched. She transported to a place of joy and bliss, cradled in the crooks of maples and oaks, conversing with imaginary beings.
The Heroine’s Journey is about reclaiming our vitality, our joy, and escaping the Wasteland.
Are you asking yourself this question?
Where it takes me is likely beyond what my small mind could ever have dreamed. When I look back at 2016 to 2017 that is most certainly true. The ego had plans and the universe laughed.
“Sometimes the bee stings, and sometimes it makes honey.” Z, age 4, tiny Buddha (and recently stung by a bee… Read more Sage advice from the 4-yr old
“Pain is a great teacher, but light is a greater one.” – Magldala Ramirez, Ancient Wisdom of the Feminine podcast.
Because it is a bit addictive isn’t it, seeing the stream of horrors? Nobody wants to admit they are the type of person to peak at car accidents, but we all do it. You know, just to see if everyone is ok even though we know OF COURSE THEY ARE NOT OKAY THEY JUST CALLED JAWS OF LIFE. WHO ARE YOU FOOLING?!
Panic. I need to not feed into it. What are you feeding?