As a writer and Journey Coach, I will always advocate journaling as a way to express your innermost feelings and thoughts without fear of judgement or comments from others. There is more to it than that though. Because of our nature, we forget things...even important things that we should remember.

Do you ever just see yourself, your life, and your future as being a part of one big scene of camouflaged wilderness? You know...it all seems to blend in without uniqueness or boldness. I had an experience as I was looking out on the lake last night, and I valued it so much, I thought it worthy of posting. It's extremely dark in the area where I live.

I recently visited Dr.Terri Hawkins-Fox for a Bio-Communication assessment. Though I understand the results are not to replace traditional diagnosis, I put great faith in the programs ability to pin-point the body's weaknesses and determine what it needs to be balanced.

Photo by Sortvind   Thought you ladies would glean from this thought-provoking article from another blog.   Stop Pretending To Heal Your Life  

Just to let you know, I've lacked in the inspiration department lately...as if you couldn't tell. I realized that it's not that I don't have anything to write about, but it's that I have too much to write about. Am I making any sense at all? If not, click out, do your search, and go visit one of those "other" blogs.

Ever since I can remember, I have sought out other people, friends, family with which to spend the majority of my time. Though my tendency to do this has not changed, it's the opportunity to "always have people around" that has.

Hi everyone! I've been taking time to work out some family stuff recently and have not posted the usual daily article. I found a poem by Susan Polis Schultz that really spoke to me this week and wanted to share it with you. Be well-be beautiful-be happy.

Moving ahead in life (crossing the street) is just another way of bringing clarity about who you are and understanding of "what" lies before you. Though there may be scary things or challenges to that move, it still is a part of life, the "real" life we are supposed to live.

Hi everyone. I wanted to dig into the archives today and give you some of the best of Fortunate Friday. Read one or all of them. I find it helpful to go back and read things a second or third time, as our first exposure to info or inspiration might not be timely or in the perfect season. I hope you are all growing and finding your special paths of purpose.

I'm spending a lot of time figuring things out and planning for some major life changes. It's not good or bad; it just is. I've accepted that labeling the events of our lives doesn't always serve well in the emotional department. Perception is the only thing that really matters.

Facing adversity is a part of life...sorry, that was sort of a DUH statement. It is in times of trial that we really see what we're made of. All of the bugs come out of the woodwork so to speak. And some of them can be big and ugly. I want you to think about how you handle hard events and emotional trial.

I'm a firm believer in the body's ability to heal itself. If any part of you - body, mind, and spirit - is missing an important component to thrive, it will certainly let you know in the fastest way possible. This may include pain, low energy, insomnia, headache, confusion, extreme emotions or any number of distress markers that we usually notice...real quick.

I was reminded today about how lucky I was that my two oldest children (now adults) were not high-strung, rebellious, down-right nasty, or any of those negative personas that make any woman reconsider her motherly throne. But that was like a million years ago.

I know this has nothing to do with women's health, wellness, or beauty, but it really touched me. I actually had tears in my eyes while watching this incredible event unfold. Check out what stole my heart...

OK, so I borrowed Journey's famous song title for this post, but please bear with me as I make a point that will change the way you see your life. Take a look at the refrain from the song that has now made a HUGE comeback thanks to that little TV show called GLEE.