Your cart is currently empty!
Push through into the light.
After the dark quiet of winter, the only thing left to do is bloom. For some of us, we bloom and fly.*watch to the end. Maybe at your own imperfect pace like my tulips. Don't you dare stay in the dark, though. Push
Speak the unspoken.
The unspoken is never benign. The number of times I say something like:This is awkward, and I just want to name that and maybe it won't feel so awkward.It felt weird not saying something, so this is me saying something. Or I
When is the last time you celebrated?
https://www.instagram.com/p/C5BhdcYO6rN
My upcoming virtual workshop!
More information about my upcoming Enterprise University class! Register here.
Stop going to an empty well looking for water.
I believe we are creatures of habit and that routine when done from a place of care, love, and filling up (not punishment or fear), can help us be the happiest, healthiest, and most connected version of ourselves. I have a
And yet she blooms.
Planted with care.Planted with prevention for underground scavengers (holly leaf in each hole with the bulb).Watered.Nourished with sun.Checked on and spoken over with love. Bitten back.Unpredictable temps.Stepped on. And yet she blooms.Sure she doesn't stand as tall as she could, still she
