In the light of all the women speaking out, I too must speak. 

You know why I never spoke on or up to the emotional and mental abuse that was going on in my life just a few years ago? 

First, I had to heal.  I needed to create the awareness and work at building the sel...

This early morning, I was all set and organized, ready to go to our amazingly abundant, rich, juicy and lush farmer's market with my nine-year-old son, and fill our kitchen with goodness for enhanced well-being throughout the week; in body and in mind. Because, I've no...

Truth: You left this child without a goodbye or a word, as though you had never been there. After three years of bonding with him, tenderest ages 3 to 6, in our home and in yours. Within his family, and with your dearly loved son; they became brothers.

Truth: Deep shock...

Conflict comes as a test of Inner Truth and of the ability to stay in Connection with the Heart that is there is front of me.  And within me.

The only thing I need to do is to Be.

Open heart.

Just BE, Here, as Me.

Living from the Heart

Breathing heart.

Extension touching other as

I am fully tuned into

the Being I Be.

What I feel IS my purpose

Navigating heart moment to heart moment

With a vision and a goal

Being True

to...

Womb heals.  Root chakra medicine.

I came here to write a piece about the recovery from abuse. And, as it works, I had already left this painting, "Womb Heals, Root Chakra Medicine"  to receive some words.  It is one that birthed itself while I found myself in the throw...

finally, in flight.

wings.

two hearts yes.

so long,

longing.

then three.

and now,

wings.

Heart Jules

december 22, 2015

At the source of every conflict is a MOMENT of a split in perception.  If we are able to find that moment of the split, call it, name it, speak it, we find our way to the heart of the "other".  For indeed there, we find in our heart the moment of perceiving that which...

June 1st is the day of Joanne of Arc.  In 1431, this is the day she was burned at the stake.

This day last year, the man I loved, and had loved and whose son I had loved, and with whom I had shared the heart of my child for three years, told me he wanted me no more. T...