"The universe buries strange jewels deep within us all,
and then stands back to see if we can find them."
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 from moments I chose love over fear. My daily practice is of gratitude, and locating the possibility of hope in every moment.
The stories I now share are of spiritual creativity and the abundance it continues to manifest in my life. The words you can read here are an offering of my way from struggle to hope, beginning with a reflection on resilience, motherhood, and my adventure in creating a life worth living.
On Resilience, Motherhood & Adventure