As I looked out at the beginning of our last morning at Seacrest I thought, what if I lived this other life? What if I lived life each day in this beautiful place where my choices were my own, my responsibilities only to myself and Dan and our happiness, our schedule our own? What if … More This Other Life
And she fell from the sky, A comet’s tail blazing behind her, after daring to dream and reach for faraway stars. But in falling, a miraculous thing happened as she plummeted to the earth below; Strength and courage flooded through her, her wings unfurled, lifting her back up into the sky to far greater heights … More And She Fell From the Sky
Our trip to Seacrest Beach was amazing, medicinal, healing. Soul-quenching. And then I walked right back into reality. And it hurt. A lot. No, literally; I was teaching a lesson, turned my head and it stuck for a moment, followed by a loud crack and lots of pain, more cracking and sharp and unexpected pain. … More Post Beach Reality Check
To the sea I go with my worries in tow and my chest all tied in a knot. Into the sea I go where the waves crash low and the salt air is healing and hot. Slowly my chest decompresses letting go of my stresses and the future’s not as scary as I thought. To … More To the Sea
I woke up very early this first morning at Seacrest Beach as I always do. Even though we are on a brief vacation and I should perhaps luxuriate in this rare opportunity to sleep in, I guess my mind is primed to not want to miss a moment of our short and precious time here. … More Chasing Sunrise: Life as an INFJ
We are on the road, heading to the beach for a small but coveted getaway to Seacrest Beach on Florida’s beautiful ‘Emerald Coast’. I got up at 5am to kickbox and walk the dogs before heading into the office to practice a bit and teach my 8am class prior to our departure. Even after all … More On Escapes and Re-Framing
I spent another practically sleepless night laced with panic attacks last night, leaving me feeling like a zombie all day. I went ahead and got up at 5am to do kickboxing and walk the pups before heading in to teach my early class, hoping against hope that the exercise would clear my mind enough to … More On Rain and Bursts of Sunlight
