And so it ends with me….. My dad had a heavy, silver metal flashlight. In my mind It is synonymous with my childhood. When there was a storm and a power outage (which I loved) we reached for it and candles. There is something magical about dancing around with a...
Strength. It comes from a place deep within. And everyone I have ever met who I deem as strong has had laughter as their main weapon. A positive outlook. A belief the next day will get better. It defeats illness and loss, grief and despair. Endurance is needed...
Life can turn red. Drama, hardship, grief and trauma can surround us. Faith is like holding onto a tiny flame. It may not illuminate anything other than our soul, but we need to hold onto this tiny, delicate light to get through whatever life throws at us. No matter...
I think Hope is like waiting for a meal when we are hungry. We expect something good to come our way. But our expectations can be shattered like a china plate. “Broken Vessel # 9 / Hope” Oil and 24k gold leaf, 36″ x 24″ This time I didn’t put the pieces...
Trust is at the core of who we are as human beings. Trust is fragile. I heard a neuroscientist explain how we humans “default to honesty” when dealing with other people. We want to trust and believe in others, so we naturally default into believing...
Innocence is perhaps that one element that we can never fully recover. Childhood trauma, abuse or neglect can take the rest of our lives to comprehend and to heal. It is amazing to me how much damage a cruel or careless comment can cause and can how it can linger for...
