If you've landed here and haven't read my last two posts... please stop what you're doing and go read them now. This is the third in a series on Freedom... and the other two lead up to it. Freedom. It was the word I felt whispered to me as my word of the year in … Continue reading Freedom in Health & Wholeness – Freedom Series part 3
I looked in the mirror and I felt it. The shame my body told me to believe. I looked at this girl and saw her. Not the body at first, but her. Then I let my gaze move from head to toe and I whispered, "Hang on body; I"m coming for you too, Sis." See, … Continue reading Freedom from Shame- Freedom Series part 2
She was audacious and impulsive. Not the reckless kind of wild you might imagine, but more the kind of just passionately seeking to live to her fullest and embrace every opportunity. She saw margin as something that needed to be pushed, gently but insistently, as if life itself depended upon it. She was determined and … Continue reading Go Gently …
I woke up to my alarm early Saturday morning and immediately thought... "WHAT have I done?" I needed to get up and get going fast! I had an hour drive to my third 5K of my life. "Oh man.. seriously. What have I done?" My mind started to contend against the excuses: I'm in no … Continue reading FREEDOM
I have two very vivid “feeling” memories from childhood. Feeling memories are things tied sooo closely to what your heart needs to hear; They are not a memory of an event or an instance or even a thing. They are a memory of a feeling, and I have two that conflicted and battled for a place … Continue reading The Ministry of Presence
I have a favorite tree. I call it the Sentinel. It's huge and towering , stationed at the very end of our property, up a rolling field and at the top of a hill; standing guard; watching; observing; challenging any who might stray on to the property or any who may try to harm the … Continue reading It’s ok to grow “quietly”
I don’t like to admit my relationship to food very often, because, well… It’s a struggle. Food was always my “go to” for comfort. It was my “feel good” when life was hard. The “soother” to my woes. The “forget it all” to my problems. The straight shot to the epi center of my brain … Continue reading The lie of empty.