My Journey to Joy

Why I am a Joy Coach

Why I am a Joy Coach

Finding joy doesn’t come after the storm is over, it comes along the way. It has taken me years to understand this and I am still growing and learning. My life has been at a stand still up until this point and when I made the decision to choose happiness, my life began to swirl all around me. It was…

Surrender Again

Yesterday I had the most amazing conversation with Spiritual healer and mentor, Jeanne Street from jeannestreet.com. She helped me to realign my faith in a time when that feel so messed up. She helped me align with who I am and I walked away with deep gratitude. Jeanne is a remarkable soul who has such a gift in what she…

Wait for me…

Wait for me…

I met my daughter Layla on September 21, 2013. At the time, I was 18 weeks pregnant with my angel son, Joseph. She came to me in a dream, so vivid and so strong. I can still hear her laughter, as it echoed all around me. I felt her arms around me, hugging me tight as I smelled her beautiful…

Distorted Desires

Distorted Desires

My eyes will see what I desire,” Gabby Bernstein An English Proverb states “the eyes are the window of the soul.” I first heard that as a teenager and to be honest, probably rolled my eyes and pushed my thoughts onto something else. I was blocked to the essence of life then; I was blind to the strength of my…

Petals Aglow

Petals Aglow

I am not on the stage anymore, yet I am still holding the rose. I am sitting in the seats, looking at the stage. I hear him breathing. I hold my breath. I turn and our eyes lock. He glares at me, with a smirk on his face and I feel as though my body is collapsing within itself. I…

Title Reveal

Title Reveal

Writing a memoir as my first book has been such a beautiful experience. The kind of memoir I am writing is meant to inspire and bring hope to those who may be suffering. Or even those who are not and looking for a good uplifting, spiritually refreshing read! When you write your biography, you turn great segments of your life…

She was free..

She was free..

“The cry we hear from deep in our hearts, comes from the wounded child within” – Thich Nhat Hanh. My oldest daughter Lillian, danced her way through the water, jumping in every direction and singing with each leap. My eyes closed for a moment and when I re-opened them, my heart beat with love rippling through the image that I…