Where I drop a soothing balm of words I’ve strung together that have landed on my heart. And contemplations to offer support & ease for your heart. Sometimes written, sometimes audio. Sometimes with a little fire, sometimes all balm.

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Met my younger self for coffee (pt III).

…and it turned into fine dining. Our grandfather always said, ‘there is beauty in everything if you choose to see it’. I know she knows this with her whole heart.

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Now what?

Consider this the permission slip you don’t actually need to hit publish on whatever that thing is that you’ve been contemplating.

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Being in the contraction.

Sometimes it may feel like our seasons of contraction are extended beyond bearable measure. Sometimes they may be little flickers of time in space that we move through at lightening speed, barely noticing.

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On honouring tenderness.

What if you simply allowed yourself to fully be in whatever inner season you are experiencing?

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Life as a story.

Can you step back and witness your story as easily as you can fully immerse yourself into the play of life itself?

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Catching the feeling.

Make your vision boards. And also, execute one small thing today. Catch the feeling. And also, execute one small thing today.

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Twelve remembrances.

Reflections, truths and remembrances that led me back to me, and back to God.

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Are you willing to tell a new story?

How devoted are you to that state of being?

Can you take a deeper breath?

What would the next scene look like if you remembered you hold the pen?

Are you willing to tell a new story? How devoted are you to that state of being? Can you take a deeper breath? What would the next scene look like if you remembered you hold the pen?