Love the other way around

At the age of 40, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), who was never married and had no children, was walking through the park in Berlin, when he met a little girl who was crying because she had lost her favorite doll. She and Kafka searched for…

Bloom thyself

(Written in September 2020 on the shores of the Pacific) Woke up this morning and this is what I was compelled to write:  “Each time we rise from the ashes, our wings of love grow bigger. It is the ultimate choice of self-love when…

Setting Your Life Free

You’re allowed to leave any story you don’t find yourself in. You’re allowed to leave any story you don’t love yourself in. You’re allowed to leave a city that has dimmed your light instead of making you shine brighter. You’re allowed to pack all…

Let Love Breathe

I was still determined to pull the overgrown weeds in my moms garden months after she passed from Covid-19. Nothing with strangle Love ever again.

WALK IN LOVE

I just looked down at my flip-flops and realize they say love. Yes, I do walk in love. Every step.

In the raindrops

It’s not only seeing the beauty between the raindrops It’s seeing the beauty in the raindrops Even when the raindrops are our tears. – Lori Freed

Home

‘I watched in loneliness as many fell away during my grief. I felt sadness as many ran away from my Love. Both are uncomfortable to many. But if you embrace both, you will be free. Don’t run from freedom. It is what you have…

Hawaii

It is mornings like these that my phone decided I want to see a photo memory that it chooses not. In July 2011, I had already learned my son Elijah would not live. This photo is from taking him in uterine and my young…

5 Weeks

Less than 5 weeks before The Loving Garden is to open its gates on Valentine’s Day 2021, pulling out my reserves of strength and courage to keep facing the memories, the reminders rising to the surface every moment, the truth of my life of…

WALLS OF WRECKAGE

Sitting with the owner of the Hurricane Maria dismantled property, it reminds me of my friend in Malibu of her property turning to ash during the wildfires. Also sitting there, amongst the piles of soot reflective of my own life at the time. Now…