"The universe buries strange jewels deep within us all, 

and then stands back to see if we can find them."

-Elizabeth Gilbert

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More often than I care to admit, I’ve found myself on the bathroom floor, crying. 

 

From the moment I first peered at two blue lines on a stick, to pregnancy losses, or that time I locked myself away from my kids on the eve of our move to the other side of the world - I realize the most important part of a hope-filled story surrounds our rock bottom moments of despair, the fears we so deeply feel, and the doubts we have about our ability to carry on.  

 

I know this, because Elizabeth Gilbert's words were with me each time I felt those cool bathroom tiles pressed against my cheek. Salty tears fell to the floor, but ran into a river of hope flowing forward: one can rise from shattered expectations and eat, pray, love her way to a more enlightened way of being.

 

Gilbert might have carried on with a pursuit of everything across Italy, India, and Indonesia, but I took a deep dive into the constraints of motherhood: I ate leftover mac n cheese while praying for grace through another witching hour, and showed up with love in the hardest moments.

 

Motherhood was an awakening, but surrender initiated a transformative journey through over a decade and the five children I went onto have. Along the way, I learned how to embody wholeness and behold a tapestry of faith I wove of moments I chose love over fear. My daily practice is gratitude, and locating the possibility of hope in every moment.

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The stories I now share on happiness, motherhood, resilience, adventure, and spirituality are an offering of my way from struggle to hope. 

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(Coming Soon...)

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