My first trip to Bali was an escape. An escape from a struggling marriage, an escape from past pain I was too scared to face – an escape filled with unfulfilled expectations. This escape was the beginning of a painful awakening. A head on collision with all I had been running from. An awakening to the dark that resided in me, an awakening to my pain, an awakening to my fears, an awakening I did not see coming. One year later, mid-divorce I returned to Bali for a different kin

After sharing my last post, where I talked daddy issues, I realized I failed to mention my mother. But she has been a significant influence in my life, so I’ll share a bit. I was lucky to grow up with a loving mom with a beautiful heart. My mom is the kind of person people instantly like. Genuine, kind, and NAIIVE, she fell for my dad, the broken man she thought she could fix. The one she fell hard and fast for, failing to really get to know before marrying. From a tiny town,

One of the greatest tools I've discovered along my path of healing is the power of creating routine and stability - regardless of whatever other chaos is going on around. As someone with a very active mind, many ideas and thoughts are constantly flowing through my being. This sometimes translates into a difficulty focusing my energy and an overall spacey scattered feeling. I know I'm not alone in the struggle to focus. We live in a world filled with distractions and options.