"Good enough" is a triggering word for me. I never wanted to be seen as someone who didn't know her worth. But the truth is, I didn't. In my eyes the words "good enough" meant, "just barely." And I wasn't even just barely. Somewhere along the path of life, I realized my desire to be perfect stemmed… Continue reading When Perfectionism Blinds You.
Last year at this time I was in a very different place. I had just finished my album Serenity. The garbage that surfaced during the process of writing it was still clinging to my bones. Stuck. I was exposed. I was afraid. I was uncertain. I wanted to explore the attic of my heart, which for so long had… Continue reading Hidden Heart.
November is always a nostalgic month for me. Not because the year is coming to an end--well, perhaps that plays a part--but because so many memories surface. Emotional triggers fire like a shotgun. But this year, the nostalgia is not painful or achey. The nostalgia is like a beautiful rose in a garden. While the… Continue reading Tranquility and Roses.
I have a reverent respect for hitting rock bottom. Not because I like pain or suffering, but because of what I've learned from being there: Crashing and shattering into pieces is not meant for us to fall apart. It's meant for us to break into place. There are lots of metaphors to describe transformation. A… Continue reading Pulverized Pieces
I took a Positive Psychology class a few years back. It’s not quite as hokey as it sounds, but also not as profound as I wanted it to be. I'll save you from taking it and let you in on the main lesson: studies show that cultivating a gratitude practice increases happiness. Mind blowing, I know.… Continue reading Crossing The Bridge To Healing.
Komerobi is a Japanese word I recently came across which describes the sunlight that streams through the branches of a tree. Although I love the image - even more, I love what it symbolizes to me. Light can only shine through the dark. Sometimes life can feel like the spindly, spider-like branches of a tree;… Continue reading Komerobi: Finding Hope In Unexpected Places
One of the best things I ever decided to do was to become human. I spent a long time being a machine--no needs, no emotions, no help. I didn't even know I had needs. Hence, anorexia. I was disconnected and blocked within my own self. I wasn't aware of my emotional life and consequently, bottled… Continue reading Becoming Human.
I would assume most of you don't think much about sitting in a chair. You might notice if the chair is particularly creaky. Or wobbly. In general, I think it's safe to say, most of us just sit in a chair without conscious thought. I would assume the same thing about walking to class. Or walking… Continue reading What I Would Tell Her.
My closest friends and family (and pretty much anyone who knows me) have given me the affectionate label "soul-searcher," which is basically an artistic way of saying I like deep things and I'm totally dorky. That's ok. I proudly accept the label. I spent a long time searching for home. A place of safety. A feeling… Continue reading Unlocked Door.
The studio - where my album, Serenity, came to be - was a little green room, in a small wood house with a tree growing through it. It was rustic and certainly conducive to fostering creativity. The lights in the studio, violins and guitars and other indistinguishable instruments hanging on the wall felt like home. And that place… Continue reading Stranger.