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I get it my friend. The struggle is real. You want to work on yourself, you want to be more positive, change your thoughts, and experience more happiness, but you are SO BUSY! But let’s take a moment, and check ourself. Are you really ‘Too Busy’ or are you just Distracting yourself? I hear it […]

Working on Yourself: Too Busy or Distracted?

What does it mean to really “hold space” for your emotions? What does that look like? How does it work? And how does it help?  I recently talked about this topic on my YouTube channel as well as on the Everyday Wise Woman Podcast. You can check out the Video here or the Podcast here, […]

Holding Space for Your Emotions

Last night I woke in the middle of the night needing a potty break. So I did my business but as you know, when you wake up sometimes, all of a sudden your brain just clicks on? Yeah, and your brain can sometimes go out of control… Conversation last night with my brain: Brain: What […]

Marriage & the Brain

What is our addiction to being “Busy” all about? I mean what do we get out of it? Stress? Anxiety? Worry? A shorter life span? Our days racing away from us, only to look back and see one day how much of it all we truly missed out on? Yes, Yes, Yes, YES AND YES!! […]

Addiction to Busy

Spent the day re-doing my entire studio, and boy does it feel amazing in there now! I took out an old couch that has spent many adventurous years with me, but it showed. It was all torn up and falling apart. Said my good-byes. Then I was able to move everything around, making space. Do […]

Studio Overhaul

I am often asked about how I create my sound wave paintings. Or even how I came up with the idea. To be honest, it was this one time way back when, I was just tinkering and playing in the studio. I have learned that one AMAZING work of art, usually comes out of lots […]

Tinker Time

When I was a kid I used to make lots of messes. I drew on the wall paper with crayons, I got my popsicle all over my face, my clothes, my arms, my hands, and anything within arms reach was doomed for sticky disaster. One time my step mom let me play with her lipstick. […]

Life is messy…