My favorite page from the book You Are So Loved.
Sometimes
I grew up fishing with my dad. We'd take off on Sunday adventures, past Do Not Enter signs and No Trespassing warnings. I thought we were renegades. Ducking under fences and crawling on our bellies under thickets. All to find the perfect spot. The magical place where we never spoke. Standing side by side, silently, listening to the frogs and the grasshoppers landing.
Long after dark, I'd return home with hundreds of mosquito bites, skinned knees, and mud streaked cheeks. And then, together, we'd search for night crawlers in the front yard. Flashlight in one hand, a small metal bucket swinging in the other.
My Mother hated how we stored our worms in the bottom shelf of the fridge next to the mayonnaise. But each morning I'd check, and they were always still there. Squirming and wriggling in the soil.
Sometimes I have this profound but gentle knowing in my heart that I am exactly where I am supposed to be.
Mistakes and stumbles and all.
This past weekend, witnessing the sun sinking below the sea on the dock where Genevieve and Ed laughed and loved, and fished, I knew.
The breeze. The smell of mud and sea grass. The renewal of hope.
Carissa & Rudy's Crossed Keys Inn Wedding : Featured!
I love Carissa and Rudy to the moon and back and I am so thrilled their beautiful wedding is getting so much love! Today it is featured on the front page of Emmaline Bride and last week it was in WellWed Magazine! Hurray!
Genevieve & Ed
How many stories have crossed this doorway? The old family cottage, sandy and weathered by the sea. How many times did Ed come bounding through that door, proudly holding up his favorite catch of the day, his little bathing suit soggy from The Sound. Running in to share with Grandmothers and Grandfathers, now long gone but not really gone at all. The radio still by the favorite chair, the books still left with folded corners. Years of inherited echoes blanket the air. Audible and palpable in the silence.
The DEFINE School, Awakening the Spark : A Sneak Peek
A snippet from Week 3: Power and Potential
What we forget, and what we must always remember to never forget, is that the very act of stepping away from the crowd is the most powerful thing of all. Each time we step aside and find our own path, even though we feel beyond afraid and shaken and weak and naked and alone, we are actually completely Radiant and Brave. Warrior.
Power doesn’t look like Donald f*cking Trump. Or the most popular ego-maniac in the crowd. (Yawn.)
Look in the mirror. You are here. You are facing the hardest things in the world to face. Look in the mirror. That’s what Power looks like.