Adventurous Heart™ Blog
When I first designed the Love Necklace, it was a gift to myself. I wanted to feel loved so badly. I could only image what it would have felt like if, during one of my therapy sessions, my therapist told me out of nowhere, that she had a gift for me.
Did you know that 1 in 3 women in Belize report incidents of domestic violence? However, according to a domestic abuse report in Belize, victims drastically under report these incidents, and there are indications that the rate of domestic violence in Belize is much higher.
Last night I dreamed that I was given a beautiful airplane, I had everything I needed to get it in the air, it had plenty of fuel, it was in perfect condition, I just needed a pilot...
A prayer to the super wold blood moon
Let me let go of the things that don’t deserve me
I’m learning about myself in the phases of the moon. Quietly connected, introspective, open, and vulnerable. It’s been whispering to me, but I’ve been overwhelmed by all the noise. It’s time, now, to turn away from the chatter and hear what the moon is trying to say.
I know that the messages that I put out on social media may often seem unrelated... sometimes I post about my paintings, other times, it's my book, a new jewelry design, or the LOVE Necklace Campaign. In this short story, I tell the story about how relevant each medium I work in is to the overall story about a journey toward light, in the wake of trauma...
Rather than deflecting our pain on one another, let’s use it to journey within and learn how strong we truly are.
I have been vocal about a sexual harassment, and abuse, experience that ultimately led to the creation of the LOVE Necklace Campaign, but what I don’t often share, is that I was sexually assaulted several years prior. Because of what is happening in our country right now, I want to share my experience of what happened when I filed a police report, in hopes of offering a glimpse of what we endure when we make the choice to report a sexual assault. It is a painful process, and it deserves respect and compassion.
Down to the Banana Republics, down to the tropical sun… Every time I gaze upon the banana leaves that shade my San Pablo backyard, the calypso beat and steel drum rhythms that accompany Jimmy Buffett’s twangy tenor vocals, play on repeat, through my mind.
This feeling is all too familiar. I remember the last time I felt it, I couldn't run from it. I had to ride a wave of uncertainty until things settled down, and when I had a chance to lift my head above water and catch my breath, I was navigating through a different city, making new friends, and watching the previous chapter of my life dissipate into a foggy haze.