Artist of Your Life, Coaching & Expressive Arts

✨When is it enough?? ✨

🤓Anyone remember the days when getting a letter in the mailbox was the highlight of your week? You know… the loose leaf, hand written kind with all the fun updates of what was happening with your bestie at summer camp… complete with doodles in the margins? ➿✔️〰️

📸Or what about the excitement of picking up developed pics at Walgreens after waiting a week?

✨In a world where instant gratification, wanting things faster and faster, keeping up with ever changing technology, how to “keep” people’s attention so your message won’t be “swiped” - I’m sorry- I’m just not gonna choose to be in that grind. 🫢 I relish the pace of something more organic. (Now the visual of the fable “tortoise and the hare” is coming up)

✨ I remember taking this photo in 2019… thinking if I could just “get discovered”, have more followers, money, approval… if I could just do all the things right and learn all the stuff, then I’d feel fulfilled & happy.

😳The truth is I’m sitting here in this photo in a million dollar estate with private studio & anything I wanted at my fingertips … and was still seeking “more” to fill the void. I was trying to fill a hole with something outside of myself.

💝I’ve learned some very valuable lessons since this photo & everything has changed. I don’t live in that home, nor have anything material that I want at my reach … but I have ✨me✨! I have less- but more. I have inner peace not outward approval. I have spaciousness in my heart, expansiveness in my soul, and freedom from the inside -out. 🦋

This message is on my heart today. 💕 YOU are enough today where you are. There’s no deadline to rush to, and no tactic to learn to gain approval. Allow yourself to approve of yourself! You are important because you are here - period. ✔️

So, today- this photo is enough to share 😌 and I didn’t need to stress about B roll & voice overs. 🙏🏻I hope reading it invites time to pause.

(ps… I do still hand write letters & look forward to those special people who write me back… on the loose leaf paper, with the occasional doodles in the margins ➿🥰〰️)

I’M BACK WITH A HEART MADE WHOLE 💝…
it happened one choice at a time.

It’s been a while dear friends. Over a year since I’ve thumbed out words here on the page. I found myself needing to go inward on a deep level like never before. And trust me- there were a lot of “shoulds” haunting my mind about how to spend my time.

If you really knew me, you’d know I’ve been taking care of others since I was a wee tot. When I found myself navigating my second divorce after an 18 year tied knot, hitting the big 5-0, and re-inventing myself as a single mom of two teens — I had to make a choice … keep splitting myself into a thousand more pieces for everyone else? Or become whole for me?

I chose me. It felt weird at first to be honest. I’ve been in personal development and on a healing journey for over a decade. You’d think I would be well practiced at this by now. This level of choosing what I really needed was new to me.

It’s true… healing is not linear - and it is layered. The layers that needed to be peeled back for attention were even more complex than my paintings.

So here I am… in my next evolution as a mid-life woman… once believed to be broken — and now embodied as whole.

I choose to accept all parts of my past with loving kindness and compassion.

I choose to embrace all versions of my expression and multi passionate soul.

I choose to see every miracle in the mess and every purpose in the pain.

I choose to show up authentically when I’m able, and claim rest unapologetically when I’m not.

I choose to feel comfortable and relaxed in my own skin- as it is.

I choose to go at my own pace and trust the timing of my unique path.

I choose to be quiet when I need quiet and be loud when I need to be loud.

I choose to age with grace and accept every beauty mark of time on my face.

I choose to be all of me. I choose to be shame- free!

I choose … one breath at a time… one mark at a time… one step at a time —

To BE … ✨the Artist of My LIFE!! ✨

Hello beautiful community! 🙂 Thank you for hanging in here while I've been working and achieving my next level of growth! I'm happy to announce what's been happening behind the scenes for quite sometime... Artist of Your Life, Coaching & Expressive Arts! As many of you know, art has always been a therapuetic tool of healing for me personally. After working with many creatives and experiencing big changes mid-life myself, I felt the call to expand what I could offer in service and opted to further my education. I am now certified trauma informed master coach and soon to be certified transformational breath work facilitator as well. It's been a journey of grit and grace - and one I am feeling so aligned and good about. Feel free to reach out to me with any questions. Happy to be back and guiding people through their own healing journey... out of the internal prison of pain and shame, and into a life of fulfillment and freedom! As one who has started over again and again, I can testify, it is never too late to make your life a masterpiece. Peace and love to all! 🕊

✨Contemplation✨ Do I make marks ... or just sit in silence and soak in all this beautiful light? 🤓 I think I’ll do a little bit of both. 🎨☀️ May the muse be with you this week dear friends!! ✨

Creativity in its element ... spontaneous, messy, free, uncertain, exciting, fizzy, flowing, random, thin, thick, unstructured, faith filled ... and going somewhere but just not so sure where until I get there. Stay real. Stay free. 🦋 Have a great week friends!

I find it to be true... what one sees as trash, another sees as treasure. Our perspective is our own & seen through the particular lens in which we view an experience. This work pictured here is testimony to that concept. The art itself made from an old “trash” scrap paper... torn, rewoven, and repainted. The framing surface... reclaimed fence boards literally from a trash can- custom cut and white washed. All things can be made anew - - even ourselves. Be well creative friends ✨🦋✨



“His Trash, My Treasure”
Mixed Media mounted on wood
Available

✨When things are torn apart, if given the opportunity and time to repair, the mended version is often stronger than the original. ✨... reflections from me- to you. 🐛🦋
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“His trash, My treasure” (detail)

Painted paper, hand torn into strips, rewoven into surface, painted again. Mounted on reclaimed equestrian fencing.