A Time To Bloom


Did you know that cacti are flowering plants? Every kind of cactus is capable of blooming when mature. Whether or not an individual plant blooms depends on its age and the care it receives. Some don't bloom until they are more than 30 years old! Others won't bloom, even if they are of age unless they receive proper light, water and fertilization. They can spend their entire lives not reaching their full potential.

I can’t help but compare the viability and potential of a cacti to that of our lives. We are all born with individual purpose and great potential.  We all have our individual appointed times to bloom but so many of us miss it. Why? 

It takes a combination of shining light where there is darkness, being poured into and receiving the truth about ourselves and allowing it to resonate. We need these exchanges from the people around us but we also must have the courage to love ourselves enough to get up, stand under the light and change the way we speak to ourselves.  Then we must turn to our neighbors and do the same. 

Don’t be so hard on yourself about time lines and where you should be by this age. You’re not too old. Remember, cacti don’t reach their full maturity and fully bloom until their 30. Just focus on the pouring, the standing in the sun, soaking up the blessings of the experience and then one day you’ll look up and not only will you be in full bloom but everyone you affected along the way will be blooming in all their glory as well...prickly bits and all. 


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Waking up in peace.

The sun glistening on water, buttons, a perfectly over medium egg,

the smell of fresh jasmine carried by summer heat,

friends, forehead kisses, the feeling you get when you know something for sure.

Blue skies, inspiration, writing,

gelato, loose leaf tea, shaved legs, a good book,

laughter, being seen, holding hands,

art and flowers.

Hidden In Plain Sight

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I find it interesting that we hide and tuck away the parts of us that are so prevalent to someone else. Have you ever been in a conversation with someone, you’re revealing something to them and they’re response is, “I know”? If you’re not ready the response can be quite annoying but if you have people close enough to you that create a safe space, that’s golden. 

I’ve realized that sometimes the last person to see us is ourselves. It’s easy to go “Inward” but a challenge to do  our “Inner-Work”. This thought process takes me to when I was a child. My favorite game was Hide & Seek. I loved searching for a dark quiet place to hide, unsuspecting enough to not be found...but did I really not want to be found? Of course I did. I wanted to be discovered and once I was I came out gladly with anticipation of then being the one to discover my playmate. I never met a kid in all those times we played that game who never wanted to be searched for and found. There’s no purpose to the game without the solution to it, right? Lost & Found, Hide & Seek. Just my take on it anyway. 

Happy Wednesday Everyone. I hope someone finds you today.

With Love,


Doing It Scared

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This quote resonates so deep within me. It causes me to reflect on the times in my life when I have been afraid, which is more than I can count. I, like many people have lived my life through a filter of fear. Afraid to make a decision, let go of something or someone, say yes, afraid to make a mistake, say no, start over or begin something completely new. Whatever it is we all have these moments but how we handle the fear is what changes us and defines who we are going to be.

I had a big “Fear” moment a few years ago that I fought vigorously. It was something I knew I needed to do but it was going to be hard and I didn’t want to be uncomfortable. In the end though, I took a deep breath and said “Ok, I’ll do it scared”. My decision took me through quite a journey of stretching, growing and testing me far beyond what I was initially even afraid of. It was really hard and at times I was so close to giving up but I stuck it out and pushed through the process. After a while I began to enjoy it and without my noticing, the fear dissipated and I was changed. It made sense to me that diamonds are produced only through great pressure and that there’s a hard unglamorous process of chipping away at layer upon layer of hard rock until the stone is revealed. I understood that being consistent and showing up anyway, no matter how I felt, produced integrity, strength and character.

Needless to say, that was a defining fear moment for me and quite frankly prepared me for the next one and the one after that. I get called to more and more, things that I actually want and others that I’m completely terrified of. That’s life. Now my practice is pausing, taking that deep breath and whispering to myself “Ok, I’m gonna do it scared”.