slowing down

When I sit down at the typewriter I must slow down
Be intentional
Press the keys with determination
Know what I want to to say
And say it
One letter at a time

I am used to the rush and hustle of life
Typing quickly
Relying on spell check to catch the errors
Backing up
Starting again
Going, going, going never slowing down

But with a typewriter you can't do that
It takes work to press the keys
I have to roll the paper to get to the next line
There is no delete
No going back
I must present in the moment and watch what I am doing

It is a great reminder
To take it easy
Be present
Listen to my heart
Not rush ahead
Be exactly where I am, when I am there

The typewriter is teaching me many life lessons
About being intentional
Slowing down
Appreciating the moment
I am grateful for these reminders
Because life can to easily slip by

 

gaining a new perspective

There are times when we need to look at the world from a different perspective
Choose a new angle
Find another way home
Yes there are times when we need to look around with fresh eyes
Drop the old stories
And hold space for the new ones to breathe freely
When we hold tightly to what we think should happen
We do not leave a chance for the world to open up to us

Take a deep breathe in
Look up to the sky and appreciate the blue shades
Look down at your feet, give gratitude for the ground you stand on
Take a moment to pause and feel how you feel right now
You only get one spin around this planet
Live it, breathe, it, appreciate it
Give yourself a chance to feel it deeply
And to see all of it, yes all of it
The way you see it and from a new perspective
 

feast of love

What you long for you must create.  You cannot sit around at home waiting for it to great you at the door.  You must make space for it and invite it in. 

I crave connection.  Deep intimate connection between women.  Where we have the space to open up and be exactly who we are.  The type of space that is free of judgement and filled with love.  

I crave to be seen and heard.  To have heartfelt conversations where it is ok if the tears fall.  And to also to savor those moments where laughter is contagious and we can't help but smile.  

If I sit home alone these connections do not happen. I must open up my heart and open up my door.  I must invite others in; to be together.  

It is what we all need.  Community.  Love.  Kindness.  We want space to tell our stories and an opportunity to listen to others.  We want a place where we feel comfortable to express the heartache and feel that we aren't alone.  

To obtain this we must reach out and be vulnerable.  We must be willing to share all the pieces of our heart.  The good and the bad.  We must open up which isn't always easy to do.  

To find your tribe you must be willing to leap.

I invite others in.  I set the table and together we gather.  It is here where the bond of friendship is formed time and time again.  As we sip wine, eat delicious food, and share pieces of ourselves.  It is a feast of love.  Moments of raw honesty, heartfelt emotion, and deep laughter. 

It is in the being together that gives us permission to stand tall in who we are.  To shed the layers of protective skin and allow our heart space to shine.  And so we gather.  Again and again and again.  And through time, love, and trust we open up more and more.  We feast.  We love.  We become a tribe of sorts.  Sharing milestones and heartbreak.  Yet also celebrating and laughing deeply.  

Take your chance today.  Reach out and invite others in.  Create your own feast of love.  

grateful for this ride

Life is one adventure after another.  With twist and turns that we never expect, but must muddle through.  We end up on the floor in a puddle, unsure of where to turn or how to get up.  But someone how we manage.  We reach, we stretch, we grow, and we rise.  We stand taller than we ever knew we could.  We wipe away our tears and boldly face the world.  We jump into the unknown and take  chance on the ferris wheel even when we are terrified.  We take the risk.  We suffer the fall.  We leap without knowing where we are going to land.  

Yes, this is life.  Our one wild and precious life.  We have choosen to live it. To show up in it.  To be present to all the feelings and emotions that rise. We know it will not always be rainbows and butterflies.  We will falter.  We will feel hurt and pain.  We will suffer.  Yet we will also form friendships.  Fall in love.  Make memories that last a life time.  Laugh deeply and find new paths home.  

Along the journey we find ourselves, over and over again.  We discover what moves us.  We become stronger in who we are.  We navigate our own path and reach for our dreams.  We reach further than we ever thought we could go.  We see our dreams come true.  We understand the hard work it takes to make them happen.  We don't give up. We don't ever give up.  

We are grateful for this ride.  For this crazy wild adventure.  For the unknowns.  The twist and the turns.  For the deep love and the warm embraces.  We are grateful for it all.  We know that with love comes pain and we are ok with taking that risk.  We will always risk because with risk comes growth and we are forever growing.  

in the moment

In the moment time stood still
Quietness engulfed me
I could hear the sound of my heart beating
As a gentle breeze blew past
It was a moment unlike any other
The warmth of the sun shining on my face
My bare feet being tickled by the blades of fresh cut grass
I had made it here
I had traversed uneven terrain
Faced hardships and many unknowns
I had stepped into the the darkness
Willingly
My knees are marked by scars
Each one telling their own story
I have found my way
Leaned in for help
Struggled and succeeded
On top of everything I never gave up
Yes, this is what has lead me to this moment
Putting one foot in front of the other
Facing the long road with a smile and a tear
Taking the risk
Going on the journey
Looking carefully behind me and
Jumping boldly into the moment
This is a moment unlike any other
I stand here strong and brave
Ready for whatever comes my way
For I know now how to ebb and flow
Shifting with the tides
Holding what I need
And letting go of what no longer serves me
My journey thus far has taught me valuable lessons
Of love, loss, and how laughter heals it all
To road ahead is filled with so many unknowns
But this moment holds me gently
Beneath the bright blue sky I am filled with hope
Hope for what can me, for what I can create
For the chance to try again, and again, and again

the notebook will save you

It is your notebook that will save you time and time again.  Yes, the blank page providing you space to spread out, dream, and release.  It is your notebook that catches your words and holds your deepest thoughts.  It heals you and helps guide you home.  

It is the friend you can always count on.  Providing you the opportunity to go back and see how far you have come.  It also gives you a place to work out where you want to go.  There are never any judgments.  Just space to grow.  

Carry you notebook with you.  It is there for you any time you need it.  A new blank page like a clean slate, ready to catch any story you throw at it.  Gravitate towards the words.  Be thankful for this resource.  

Your notebook is a place to spill you heart.  To be vulnerable and be seen.  It is a moment for quiet reflection and a chance to write the scary story that your heart longs to tell.  It is love and deep emotion. A paragraph of meandering and one sentence that tells the whole story.  It is in the pages of your notebook were you will find yourself time and time again.

Writing is a blessing and it is something that you can do.  You write a grocery list my dear, you are a writer.  It is a string of words together on the page.  A moment, a thought, a sentence, sometimes just one single word.  There is no right and there is no wrong.  It is open and forgiving.  

Writing is a courageous act that allows your heart space to breathe.  There are moments when you aren't sure where or how to begin but it doesn't have to be so hard because where you begin may not be where you end up.  When you grant yourself permission and allow your heart to do the writing your honest story emerges.  The one you most need to tell.  

Writing is a gift you give yourself.  

I invite you to join me for 21 days of journaling where together we will show up on the page and write from a place of tenderness.  Grant yourself permission to practice and allow whatever comes up space to breathe.  

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