That’s me…. a limping, wounded, bubble blowing, want-to-be-servant for joy–YOUR joy. If any of my posts or musings plop into your awareness, I hope it comes as a gift for your sacred beautiful deserving heart.
The reason? I think of you… ALL THE TIME. I often lie awake daydreaming about new ways I might nudge and remind you of your birthright for joy. With all of my heart I hope my writing will uplift, inspire, hold and nurture you upon a quest for a more joy in our broken and miraculous world. It hurts so much right now, to see all the brokenness.
I need to be brave… braver actually. I revere words and stories so much that sometimes I withhold them.
The time has come for me to trust my heart and share some personal stories. The sufferings I’ve endured are not exclusive or particularly unusual, but my pain demands my service to yours through words, art, beauty and the occasional radio Kindcast. So here I am, showing up, doing the work I feel so called to do. I know it’s been a little while since our last Joyfuel Kindcast, and I’m working on that.
I–like you–have burned in the fires of loss, illness and sadness. Now tarnished with an ashen patina, sometimes my words can sparkle. If you ever see the shine, really–truly deeply–that light is yours as much as it might be mine, and light bounces are good aren’t they? especially for our Joy.
Thank you for being here, for saying “like” and “subscribe”, for providing me with a possible entry point to your heart. I promise tremendous care and love.
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