And that realization — it brings tears. Not just for the child I was, but for the mother I became. The woman who gave her children the world while quietly wondering what it would have felt like to receive it. I have been grieving the Mother, not just the child.

I wasn’t thanking the Creator for taking her—I was thanking him for the chance I had been given to heal with her before she left, before she was even diagnosed.

I had no choice as I found myself standing on the precipice of what could be — my last defining moment, my last chance. I wanted to show up for it, there was no other choice. I wanted it so badly because I just didn’t know if I would be able to breathe for another four years.

There are places in this world that don’t just feel new or exciting — they feel familiar, eerily familiar. Like a whisper from the past, a dream you’re remembering in pieces. 

So I began the search within myself and after the endless layers peeled back, lifetimes remembered, traumas healed, and wounds excavated — my deepest soul lesson finally revealed itself.

Unexpected emotions surfaced — Old wounds and stories of rejection, of not belonging. My inner child who already felt betrayed by her breath was being activated, but in a way I did not expect. These feelings were felt deeply.

We all are spiritual teachers and students. We all are meant to discover who we are and what is our soul’s purpose. If we remain open to the awareness of what is being shown to us, then we will discover our truth.

Yes the tears flowed as I looked up to see my Mother’s mural and at that exact moment I knew both of my parents were standing beside me in my shoppe.

When I first had the vision of what I wanted to create here in Brighton Lu was a big part of it. She had the calming capabilities and the love that she gave with such a spunky tenderness.

The is my wound that I carry every single day and one I know I finally have to let go of. This cannot be my story any longer and I definitely don’t want it to be my children’s story.

I was healing pieces of myself that I did not realize was needing healing. I was coming to a huge awareness that I needed to feel love that was missing in my life ………

It was pretty easy to get stuck in the nostalgia of what was falling away and what I was still wanting to hold on to. If you find yourself in the in-between space…….

Boomer was one big dog with a lot of love to give and all he asked for in return was to be loved back. Boomer did not know where we ended and he began that first year and his slobber was everywhere.