Tagged with love

to me, to you

to me, to you

I celebrate myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. These are the first three lines in Song of Myself by Walt Whitman.  His words in this poem go on to twist and turn .  If you’ve never read it, you may want to. … Continue reading

blaze a path with compassion and love

blaze a path with compassion and love

Sometimes I think we often believe that change or evolution comes with struggle. I wrote this thought/intention for the new year… blaze a path with compassion and love When I say compassion and love, I mean, with ourselves.  So often we are hard on ourselves. Isn’t it time to learn and evolve with love not … Continue reading

The Wall Spoke

The Wall Spoke

the stairs descend along a wall overlooked each day but today today the wall spoke to me its cold emittance grabbed my soul I heard the peace of a hundred years felt the patience of family the love of tradition and understood the respect for waiting

Past the Breaker

Past the Breaker

the ocean the breeze the waves would you ever ask them to stop when they crash and recede would you feel responsible for this and not move unpredictable pushing and pulling is it possible to get past the breaker without feeling it’s force it is and when you do a whole world an endless sea … Continue reading

Love Me More

Love Me More

I see you I love you but I cannot choose between my core and sadness I cannot choose between my integrity and my pain I cannot chose between my sanity and my wanting so I won’t I will choose them all I will feel them all I will choose me I will love me more

A little help

I’ve decided with my coaching tools I want to help a specific group of people… School Teachers. I’ve written this blog 3 times and erased it, trying to figure out the perfect way to explain my passion to work with teachers with you.  Then I realized, it’s just not that complicated. School teachers are overwhelmed … Continue reading

I can do this.

I’m not a trained photographer, if you asked me to define f-stop I might just make something up.  I have not been schooled in the techniques of painting either. Nonetheless, I do both.  Because I do feel I have an innate love for beauty.  In particular, beauty in the natural world.  Flowers. Wildlife. Waterfalls. Love. … Continue reading