I am dreaming of a world where people are free. I mean truly free. Free from themselves, free from the cages we put our hearts in, free from the fears that prevent our success, free from the beliefs we choose over our hearts desires, free from the rat race, free to be exactly as we are

Nature loving, fun seeking, sporadic dancer.
I believe in sustainability, so much so that I went without napkins or paper towels in my house for 6 months (and the end to that madness was when my aunt bought me sustainable and reusable napkins and ‘paper towels’)!

I have experienced a lot of pain in my life. Modern medicine failed me in more ways than one. For years, I lived each day with intense pain, pain so bad that over-the-counter painkillers couldn’t put a dent in it.

After a period of depression and hopelessness, I searched, far and wide, for solutions to my predicament.

Healing my body, mind, and soul as one has relieved my physical pain more than any treatment I tried. Not to mention the relief I have gotten emotionally. The amount of joy I experience has not stopped increasing since I began this journey.

Facing my past traumas.

Releasing physically stored emotions.

Following my heart.

Having gratitude for where I am in each moment.

I am on a mission.

Radically accepting myself as I am.
Accepting my circumstances as they are.
Meeting each moment with honesty.

Gifting myself kindness, love, and understanding.
Removing judgment from my self-image.

Hard work, yes, but much easier in partnership with creativity.
I have found joy and fulfillment through honest creative expression.

It’s enough to be myself, and to share that with the world.
The light I carry was shaped by the darkness I’ve faced. Each hardship quietly teaching me how to grow with love and grace.

There’s something so powerful in gently meeting yourself as you are; without judgment, without expectation. I’d love to live in a world where people meet themselves in this way, opening up space for a new way of being; founded in love, and honesty.

Here is the not-so-secret I have, I am afraid. Afraid of pain and suffering. Afraid of joy and pleasure. Afraid to live the life I want to live, and afraid not to. I am afraid to show the world my art, But I am even more afraid of not doing that. Because that would be denying a calling from my heart.

So here I go.

Love to all who hold my dream in their heart

(and also to those who dont)

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