
You. Kindness. Presence. Love.
I’m all set. Everything is purchased, wrapped, chopped, and decorated. My home is warm with cheer, twinkling lights on the tree, carols in the air.

I’m all set. Everything is purchased, wrapped, chopped, and decorated. My home is warm with cheer, twinkling lights on the tree, carols in the air.
I was singing Christmas Carols in my car the other day when an advertisement for a senior assisted living community came on the radio.
I was hungry on the way to work today. My green Shake didn’t cut it. I remembered Starbucks – haven’t been there in forever. At the red light I ordered.
This woman says YES! I believe in the power of Tiny Actions sustainably, consciously, and soulfully applied. I’ve witnessed so much transformation.
The other day, I noticed I was stuck in a reoccurring pattern. It was not my favorite. So I spent some time in my “underworld” to discover what belief was active.
I’ve been reminiscing about some of my most intimate relationships recently. Those with the celestial realm. The Angels. The Mothers.
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