I will be offering my products at a few local artisan markets this season – I would love to see you! Come check out my bath salts, CBD topical products, Reiki / Healing Touch gift certificates, sparkly lip balm party…
Flying High
Sometimes, we don’t even know how we touch other people. I was recently on an airplane, meeting my own fears of flying. Taking a moment to meet my seat mate, before pulling back from the gate before takeoff – changed…
The Healing Art of Written Notes
This holiday season, surprise your loved ones with a 4-pack black & white variety pack or a 5-pack color printed gift card set. The front side features my own pen and ink artwork detailing herbs from my garden and watercolor…
Painting from Memory
This is a place that lives so deeply in my being that I painted it from my imagination about 5 years ago. I spent a lot of time here fishing, sitting on the edge of the water finding salamanders and…
Memory Lane
It had been 28 years since I was back in the town where I spent many winter weekends and holidays in my youth. I spent the last week orienting to my sense of place and my sense of purpose while…
Lifting Up Your Inner Child
I’m human, scared at times. Fear has taken me on many a ride! This montage image reminds me of the mothering that I need to and can give myself. Being able to look back on myself as a little girl…
Dark of My Soul
Into the unknown darkness of my own soul to find my light. I can’t say it is easy to disappear from the everyday business of my life, but it is becoming more than essential to go there. No more excuses.…
Prioritizing Self Care
My self care has been negotiable in the past. It is so easy to have other things come up and as a mother and care giver, put my needs aside. I have often felt guilty for walking out the door…
The Teacher and The Student
I can paint—we all can, but what does it mean to show up ready to learn from a master painter? Every August, for the past 9 years, I have shown up as an art student for 4 or 5 days…
My Father
My father passed away on January 13th of this year. It feels strange not to pick up the phone and hear his voice, send him the latest updates on his grandchildren, get his solicited and sometimes unsolicited yet loving financial…