Our Stories Are Our Becomings
Somewhere along the way life happens. Some of it defines us, some of it changes us, some of it feels like it is breaking us. Those broken pieces are our greatest gifts because it is through those pieces we actually reach the best parts of who we are and who we came here to become.
I Still Found My Thanksgiving
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.
Why Costa Rica? Why The Jungle?
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 ………
The Being Present Is Hard
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…….
A Selfless Love
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.