This past weekend I held a garage sale at my home. I imagined selling items.
This past weekend I held a garage sale at my home. I imagined selling items. I visualized myself greeting people and making them feel at home. I hoped to “space clear” items that I no longer used, and happily share them with others.
If you have met me you know that I am a creator. I love travelling at the speed of light.
Last week: I was in North Battleford, Saskatchewan facilitating my soul jam collective — self-care retreat for nurses who worked for the Meadow Lake Tribal Council.
My Grade 3 teacher was wonderful. Her name was Miss Hill. She drove a little punchbug/ladybug like vehicle, wore swishy dresses with bright flowers, and gave us oodles of stickers and compliments.
When I was a young girl I believed I could do anything, be anything and go anywhere.
I get excited hearing people talk about their dreams. I see the sparkle in their eyes and the inflection and enthusiasm in their voices. Dreams invite eagerness, wonder and curiosity to pull us forward.
I am in Sherwood Park at a local yoga studio. Yoga mats are lined up against the walls and in rows throughout the room. The cork floor intrigues my fingers as I press my fingertips into the floor. People arrive with their yoga props, bolsters, pillows, blocks and blankets.
Spring awakening is a great cosmic adventure that supports us in our own emergence and expanding.
February is here and we have been inundated with commercials about love, falling in love, out of love, how to get love, what to buy for the one you love, and let’s not forget about the blitz of online dating ads inviting you to find your one true love.