The past year brought me wonder, amazement, it took my breath away in beautiful surrender, my head was brought to the floor, I questioned purpose and I created definite boundaries of discernment. This will be one of those years I remember as I sip tea on my porch, looking at my wrinkled hands remembering the woman I was before time took all the voluptuous parts of me.

Ageing is on my mind lately so of course, the great mother gently shows me that any resistance or efforts to hold onto what I deem an entitled luxury is only a momentary gift of a temporary incarnation.

How about we women band together?

You don’t have to be a professional designer to appreciate visual balance and beauty.

How we approach is important & matters! A conversation is either started, non-existent or conflict ensues. None of these is‘ right or wrong’… conflict & fighting do not have to be viewed as a negative. We establish clear boundaries and we correct others in how they come toward, into and communicate with us through our expression of approval or lack thereof.

I have a 24-hour rule on confrontation and discussion about things that make me go ‘hmmm’ that is accompanied by a furrowed brow, a slight elevation in my heart rate and a noticing that I may be sharpening my fingernails.

Men…only a few of you and certainly not all. ONLY the ones that have touched a human that is not your spouse, mother, or daughter in a way that you would never want your spouse, mother or daughter to be touched.