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When you finally realise, that joy is less fireworks, more firefly. Less orchestra, more birdsong. She will come back much more often. For joy will not fight with the fast pace of this life, she dallies not in the shiny or the new. She breathes in the basic, shimmers in the simple and dances in the daily to and fro. Joy has been beckoning you for many a year my friend, you were just too busy doing, to see. The very next time joy wraps her quiet warmth around you, as the garden embraces your weary body in its wildness. Tip her a nod. You cannot force her to stay but if you are a gracious host...joy comes back.

~ 'Joy Comes Back' by Donna Ashworth, Donna Ashworth

~ Art by Nicolet Boon

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I’m the type of person that can feel a heart breaking from a million miles away. My mom would say “it’s not yours to carry, all you can do is pray for them.”

As a pre-teen, full-blown empath, I didn’t know how to do that. If my friends had problems, they were also my problems. I would feel and cry as if they were my own. I’m guessing it’s because I didn’t have any real problems of my own, and I thought that feeling their pain for them would maybe take some of it away.
It didn’t.
It doesn’t.

Throughout the years and well into adulthood, she continued to teach me compassion and faith. She taught me how to pray for others. She continued to love me without conditions even through my awful decisions and self-inflicted pain. She saw me through the worst, and held me in every moment. And she ALWAYS said, “this too shall pass.” She was never wrong.

This is what she taught me. Love. She is why I started my business. She is the reason I love like I do. She is the reason I’m able to step fully into my purpose.

It’s been almost a month since she passed. Its as if time is standing still, but flying by.

My heart is cracked wide open. Sometimes, it feels like it’s shattered into a million pieces. Sometimes, it feels like it could explode. Sometimes, it feels like my mom is within me, putting everything back together, but even better this time.

Anyone that knows me knows that the bond with my mother is unlike any other. Sacred. Even though this feels like the biggest heartbreak fathomable, I am overwhelmed by the constant love and support of those who love her and those who love me. It’s like feeling her love live on. Her body left, but her love remains.

As I continue to navigate this human experience without her physical presence, I know she is in me. Her love comes through me, and I will continue to spread it, along with her wisdom until my dying day.
And because of her, I won’t be taking on the world’s pain as my own. I will just continue to pray.

Sweet Barbara Jean, my first and my greatest love.

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When life breaks you, it is because you are ready to be put back together differently.
Every piece of you that feels shattered is a piece that will find a new place, a new purpose, a new meaning. Trust that the cracks are where the light gets in.
And sometimes, in our brokenness, we find our greatest wholeness.
We find the courage to rebuild, to reimagine, to redefine what it means to be strong.
You are not broken; you are breaking through ..

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Artist Credit : Kat Fedora

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when you see gentle people, watch how they turn their words into blossoms when they speak. they plant entire gardens with the softness in their hearts. when you see gentle people, watch how they do not hide their scars because scars are evidence of wounds that healed. and wounds that healed are evidence of pain endured. and pain endured is evidence of a life well lived. and a life well lived is evidence of a soul on fire for things like grace and love and overcoming. when you see gentle people, look inside their eyes. watch how light swirls wildly amongst the slivers of darkness. they have learned that living is hard but that nothing will take away the very essence of what they were made for. there is a reason for their gentle spirit. when you see gentle people, be gentle too.

'gentle people' by Ullie Kaye Poetry

~ Art 'Canopy of Roses' by Duy Huynh

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There is deep healing in sister medicine. ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🔥💚

“How does this connect to my peace and abundance?”

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New episode 💚

Apple: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/go-love-yourself/id1713625264?i=1000664740825

Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/episode/3eMPLeIW4nc01J5YOys8R2?si=nq5NBlE9T766yL_P4Bxi4g

I’ll be in BRF this Friday if anyone needs anything. 💚

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I’m going to anyway.

A special thank you to all of my sisters. You know who you are. 💚💚💚

Tears have pretty much been shooting out of my eyeballs since Wednesday. The grief just sneaks up from seemingly nowhere. I’ve tried to hold it in a couple of times around others and it feels like my heart and throat are in a vice.
Do not hold it in. Don’t.
I realize my sadness is only temporary, but I also know if I held this s**t in, I’d explode.
If you’re sad, BE SAD. If you’re angry, BE ANGRY. Allow yourself time to express and process these emotions so you don’t react like a turd and end up with a bad heart. 💚

Last night, I laid my sweet girl Lucy to rest. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. What a love.

The past three days have been a blessing, as we’ve had time to prepare our hearts. Not that you can prepare a heart for this, but we were given the time, space and presence to really really really love the s**t out of each other right to the end. Lucy was better than the very best human. I have no qualms about comparing her to Jesus.

The day before, I prepared a spot in my garden for her final resting place. I’ve never dug a grave before, and it almost seemed wrong to do it before she was even gone, but it’s almost as if she was telling me to, because she knew I needed to ground my energy. The fastest way to get grounded? Dig a hole. So there I was, in my garden digging to beat hell, crying, sweating, snotting, digging. In less than a half hour, I dug an actual 3x2x5 space for her to rest. It was oddly therapeutic.

I wrote her obituary over the course of two days, followed by a letter to her which I read to her while smooching her ears and sobbing into her heart moments before the vet came. The vet showed up and we walked down to the river bank. I laid her favorite blankie at the edge, we laid on it and she was peacefully put to rest in my arms, heart to heart. Ok I was basically laying on top of her smooching her, breathing her all in when she took her last breath. But it was one of the most painful, beautiful things I’ve ever experienced or witnessed.

I smooched her behind the ears 12 more times, wrapped her up like a sweet little burrito, and carried her in my arms to the garden. We gently lowered her in, I said a prayer and offered her 12 roses, one for each year she’s blessed me, and four rose quartz hearts for the paws that walked beside me. I smudged with a beautiful healing bundle crafted by my soul sister Amanda, who also loved Sweet Lou, and covered her with the earth. What a love.

This was so incredibly painful, but so incredibly beautiful. My sweet fur baby deserved to be honored in the light and love that she brought me every single day for over 12 years.

I’m not sure that “pet funeral director” is something you can Google, I’ve never heard of anyone locally that does this sort of thing, but I do now. If you need help honoring your pet’s life and love, I will come right to you and help you. There is nothing more sacred and pure and unconditional than the love from our sweet animals, and they deserve to be honored as any human would.

Lucy, your love is one of the greatest I’ll ever know. Rest in sweet peace, my beautiful girl. 🐾 💚

I had a friend ask for a custom blend to add to my new Glow. serum. I asked her to give me a few words for the type of energy she’s calling in the remainder of the year. Using intuition & intention, I created a blend for her specifically attuned to those frequencies, and Rise was born. It smells like magical inspiration. 💫🔥❤️‍🔥