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Going back to the beginning and remembering why I created this blog: to be a healing influence in an otherwise fractured world. Life is messy, complicated, and takes liberties to throw you off track and off kilter. But it is always, and forevermore, stunning in its beauty.

A rainy day reverie on individual preferences for light or darkness. The balance between night and day teaches us that we must embrace both.

What you choose to leave in the past is equally important as what you choose as intentions for the future.

Feeling overwhelmed? You are not alone. Recent conversations reveal so many of us are struggling with serious stressors. How can we shift perspective and show up for others?

Intelligence exists in equal denomination in every geographic area. A simple jar of dirt embodies the humble wisdom residing outside of formal education.

Life back then for simple people was about making do. The few material items passed down the family line are not the true treasures. What lives on is how they lived, not what they bought or acquired.

So many of us are struggling. How can we stay hopeful and positive when negativity seeps into every fiber of our daily life?

A once widespread custom that now exists only in the memories of those who remember, sitting up with the dead is perhaps a more humane way of handling loss. A childhood experience made it unmistakably clear that life in the South follows traditions both distinctive and deeply rooted.

A historic home in Atlanta’s Sweet Auburn district stands as both a witness to pivotal events—from the aftermath of slavery and the Atlanta Race Massacre to World Wars and the ongoing fight for civil rights—and a testament to the lives and memories woven into its architecture. Saying farewell in the course of business to such a deeply meaningful symbol of humanity is heartfelt. It has been an honor.

Our willingness to say “no” shapes our character and establishes boundaries that reflect our values. By courageously declining what doesn’t serve us, we gain clarity and freedom to become our most authentic selves.

How many of us have uttered that thought throughout the course of our lifetimes? Entire business sectors bank on our need for peace. The truth is this. You will only know peace when you find sanctuary within yourself.

My heart is full of gratitude for my readers. Thank you. And thank you to a message in nature from the master weaver itself.

Amidst the feral beauty of the bayou, a sisterhood gathers. When the glamour of youth, the expectations of motherhood, and the demands of careers fade-it is the foreign landscape of 'after' that women are left to navigate.

Senior year has come for my youngest. The enormous school bus that dwarfed my kindergartener now seems right sized. The small hand that held mine and, brows furrowed, asked if I could walk them to their classroom now confidently seizes the day and shrugs off any concerns with, “Mom, I’ll be fine.”

If you seek a sign to find another way, to live life the way it was meant to be lived, to embrace the purpose and the gifts you have to offer, to welcome balance back into your life, to heal the brokenness, or to shed the stress and toxicity of your current state—this is it.

Losing faith in your tribe is not a result of your own shortcomings. It is a signal of growth, that you are opening your eyes to the unseen and your ears to the unspoken.

Hard work, even when you drive the vision, timeline, and process requires recovery. Your worth is not dependent on being always on.

When "It's been a week," how can we best support our friends, family and coworkers? We can ease burdens even if we cannot remove the source.

Spring reminds us that while winter may rule for a time, it does not rule for all time.

Navigating a repeating loop of emotions can lead to frustration. Purpose is the skilled hand that turns our struggles into masterpieces.