There is hope…

No, this is real. There is hope. There is peace that comes when your every waking hour is no longer consumed with wrestling and fighting a dragon that cannot be appeased. There is freedom from self-loathing and shame…release from the intense emptiness that can never be filled…no more hiding and suffering alone. There is hope.

the freedom to be heard

I met Emlyn at the silver row of mail boxes in our apartment complex courtyard.  When I first discovered him, he was dropping pieces of mail on the ground like a card-trick gone wrong while he wrestled with his stubborn old wheel chair.  One arm hung heavily at his side…he grabbed it in the long…

live life…live free

So many of us can find ourselves struggling under a load, careening along life’s way. This load may seem to take on a life of its own and there are times when we seem to be wrestling with it for days. I have had the great fortune of sharing the company of many wonderful women who have come alongside me and helped me experience the freedom of cultivating and enjoying a more balanced life. It has lightened my load tremendously and freed me up to enjoy the scenery along life’s roads.

Through this blog I am thrilled with the opportunity to share little bits and threads of wisdom I’ve gathered along the way…so that you, too, may breathe in the fresh mountain air, delight in the wildflowers and meadows and drink from a cool mountain stream…even if you are staring at the umpteenth load of laundry and making grocery lists…frantic with endless paperwork, phone calls and looming deadlines…pulling an all-nighter on your essay or cramming for exams. You can still live life…live free.