 New chapters call for so much transition and unpacking. We leave the familiar behind to set the stage for what we are becoming and it can be truly exhausting...   ...but one piece at a time, we go through everything we've carried with us...  ...and in those moments we are connecting to that playful child inside, it can even be fun and exciting...
...and in other moments, there just isn't enough coffee in the world to keep us going...  ...and we have to take a break to receive some love and nurturing from those we love... 
...and in those loving arms we regain the strength to venture alone down dark hallways...  ...in order to find new undiscovered sources of light...
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 Birth is a beautiful teacher. Like a true pioneer, a birthing woman travels into the unknown to bring her baby home to her arms. Each birth takes it's own unique twists and turns which unfold and blossom into a magnificent story to be told of a one of a kind human being. Childbirth holds our hands and walks us into the depths of our capability into the rawest love we have ever known.   Sometimes bringing our babies earthside happens so quickly and smoothly that all we can see is the support and miracle that is existence...and it's breathtaking. 
We find ourselves fully immersed in the moment...feeling the pure joy that only new life can bring.
 I know a faerie. She sprinkles her magic everywhere she goes. With her profound ability to see, she will wrap you up in her nurturing heart and keep you warm in your coldest of winters.  As she draws you in with her truly magnetic energy, she will deliver the pieces of truth you've been resisting without hesitation.
As she digs into the depths of your soul, she uncovers the emotion you've kept hidden in your shadowy corners and sets it free as she cries with you. Her vulnerable moments are a gift to those she shares them with.
Like the rains that fall from the dark gray sky, her tears cleanse and wash away the dirt and allow spirituality to shine as bright as the sun.  Her fierce expression of self reminds that anything goes and the only rules that exist are the ones we enforce upon ourselves. Like a wild mama bear, she will protect herself and hers with the sting of her wild heart.  I'm eternally grateful for her compassion and blunt honesty alike.  Her sensual expression, the community she creates, her willingness to explore the dark to find light, and her ability to be simply present all make the world better.  What a magical piece of humanity.
Why are there no emotional emergency responders? When tragedies occur, people rush to the scene to ensure that your physical body stays alive at all costs. Others will ensure that no messes are left behind and no hazardous threats remain and law enforcement will arrive to ensure that any who have broken laws will be held responsible.
A young woman with a lot on her mind is distracted. She runs a red light and her car smashes into another. Her head has hit the windshield and broken glass has cut her skin. She is in shock. She's struggling to steady her breath, looking down at her body, holding her head, grasping at her cell phone to connect to someone who cares. Her eyes are darting all over the place. The horn of her car is still blaring in the background and she is in chaos alone, despite the fact that she is surrounded by many. The cars are irritably attempting to get through the intersection, unaware of a woman in vulnerable need. All they see is an obstruction in their path as they aim for their various destinations. The firemen and police have their jobs to do, so they don't even notice as she stumbles into traffic to take a picture of the wreckage in her fogged state of mind. This young woman has a mother, but she is too panicked to be able to make contact with her. So there she cries on the side of the road, sad for the mess she's made. The busy city around her is blind to the emotional distress she is in. Are they too busy to notice? Is aiding a stranger in need not on their list of priorities? Maybe they just have no idea of how to even start such an action. So again I ask, why are there no emotional emergency responders?  She allows her beautiful colors to show. She is one who acknowledges and appreciates all life and brings balance to the world with her desire to understand and learn. To ensure that all beings can be heard, she holds space in the face of discomfort and disagreement because she knows that all people are deserving of respect and acknowledgement. Her warmth shines upon any stranger whose path crosses hers and she will shares these moments as if she had run into an old friend.
She also knows when to say "No!" She is always becoming familiar with her boundaries and will stand up for her life. For those whose voices are being silenced, she will speak up and share love. In her desire to see the truth, she shares perspective. When she takes a stand and claims her boundaries, she lights the path for others to find their way.  When she facilitates difficult conversations, she ignites growth. Through her love and acceptance, she creates commUNITY. She shines. Her power shows. She is making a change.  |
AuthorI am so many things...a mother, wife, daughter, sister, friend, and neighbor. I am a photographer, a birth doula, and an intuitive guidance coach. I am a consumer and an entreprenuer. I am a heARTIST creating visions of love and beauty through words, photographs, and heartfelt interactions and life experiences. I am a helper, an advocate for our most precious resource (our children), a supportive heart radiating, a woman who is teaching while she still attending the school of life and learning everyday. I feel...I cry, I smile, I yell, I laugh, I fear, I dance, I hide, I share, I shine so brightly...all in the many breaths of my days. I am a simply complex human being always seeking to live a life based in love and following my heART and soul's desire for expression and celebration. The moments when I recognize the miracle that is existing, breathing, and being surrounded by so many spirits and experiences to love and be grateful for are the ones I hold dear. Archives
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