Checking In With Ourselves

19. I’m getting these little check in’s from the women around me. Each has been filled with the desire of a renewed self in the new year. I’m not hearing about resolutions. I am hearing about re-patterning. How we think is akin to a worn path through a grass covered lawn. The one that cuts diagonally from the parking lot to the front door,…

The Girl with the Gold Balloon

18. We cannot cling to both what we have and leap for what we want. The past is secure because we know the outcome. But if in that knowing we are not fulfilled, or we have learned what we needed to learn, then it is time to let the known get swept behind us in the river of life, and dive into the deep…

Ginger’s Broken Leg

18. There is a silliness that makes everything better. A simplicity too. Mom and I made Christmas cookies a few years ago, and when I turned around to look at her platter of creations, she said: “Ginger broke her leg. It’s 6 weeks till the cast comes off.” Happy holidays everyone. I hope you have a little light and silliness in your day today….

Hope, Loss and Love

17. This is a locket that my beautiful new friend showed me at her newborn session. She had “forgotten to get married and forgotten to get pregnant” and found herself at 40, focused on her amazing, highly successful and creative career, but wanting more. The more of a balanced life. She met her now-husband, and they tried to conceive for years. Throughout it all…

Taking Flight

17. I think often of when things might calm down. When I’ll be in a rhythm that feels less risky, with an outcome I can predict. And then I remember that I’m an Aries, and I love the challenge of flight – diving into the unknown and how that uncertainty pushes the limit of what you thought was possible. Each day I create something…

Nature Painted This

16. I was a painter in my late teens and early twenties. Not a great one, but a passionate one. I never had the patience or the right tools for fine line work, but the process was really all that I needed. I didn’t paint this. This is a moss covered wall in Desolation Sound, where it’s pretty remote. For instance, this is what…

Trusting Your Instincts

15. We are pack animals by nature, and the tribe equals survival. In my life I’ve always dared to desire. Learning and reaching and leaping have been a part of manifesting those dreams. But alongside that leaping has always been a “keep it safe, check this off of the list” approach first. I want to birth many businesses, travel endlessly, build a fascinating community…but…

The Peace Within

14. Have you ever sat down on a yoga mat (or meditation cushion, or tree stump, or forest floor) closed your eyes to the stillness, and realized immediately that you’ve been holding your breath since you don’t know when? Do this now:  sit up tall, lay your hands in a little pool in your lap, feel their connection, how touch is a form of…

Stones

13. Four years. Six drives across this country. Across lakes, rivers, oceans, tears, dreams, devastation, inspiration. Twenty stones, gathered by the same hand in the lapping water. Sand muddy between toes. The unknown. Unpacking my few remaining possessions into my new home. The one that is mine, that will be mine, for years to come. Twenty stones. I don’t remember where they came from,…

Sisters

12. The year I shot these beautiful girls was when I learned to “pose” kids. Not overly pose them, but put them into positions that were more engaged, more connected. As my business ages, so do my clients, and as kids grow, they can actually respond to what I ask them to do. So I have to ask them to do things that make…