My heart dropped not only into my gut, but it burned a hole in the bottom of it. The woman…
All of us were created to love and be loved. Yet too often we complicate what it looks like to…
As I write this, I’m struggling with the Art of Letting Go…again.
My desire is to practice the art of being nowhere. I want to be now/here with myself, my friends, and family.
It’s a blessing to be able to work from the poolside, on the beach, or up on a mountain top – but there’s a difference between working while on vacation versus taking a vacation while working.
There is something truly glorious about a road trip with girlfriends.
The pot of coffee symbolizes hospitality, home, and a deep sense of belonging.
By focusing on my misery, how often did I venture into the deep until I was about to drown? I could now see I had the choice to walk the bridges OVER troubled waters.
There were many stolen swipes with my finger over the ice cubes embedded with salt crystals and then promptly lifted to my tongue as I savored the wet saltiness of summer.
The Art of Living Expectantly is understanding you never know who you’re going to meet and the impact they will have on your life.