I had a huge change that took place in my life 3 years ago.


I had been living with and taking care of my father with dementia for a year but had just placed him in a nursing home. I had just recovered from Lyme Disease, my income was unmentionable, all of my belongings had been in storage for 2 years and I was at a crossroads. I felt guilty for not being able to care for my father. Even so, I was hopeful as I worked hard at rebuilding my home business and musical interests. I had been journalling daily for months seeking my purpose. I just kept hitting wall after wall, so that was a clear sign that even though I was working hard, I was not quite on the right path.

Through all of this I remember my horoscope, yes my horoscope (the Universe will speak to us in ways that we can be reached). August of 2012 my horoscope read: “you will be presented an opportunity twice, but after that it will never be presented again”. I thought this was odd but curious given my situation. What opportunity would come my way? So with that tucked away in the back of my mind, I kept myself open to opportunities.

Just two months later that opportunity came to me on FB. This person I met 14 years ago posted, “Bedroom for rent in Nashville”. I just shrugged it off since I had moved there twice before. I swore I would never think of Nashville again. It was a wound that never healed. I wrote off any irrational dreams of moving there for writing and stayed in denial. The next two days I became depressed, struggled to get out of bed and just in a fog. As I laid in bed wondering what exactly triggered this reaction, I looked at FB again and immediately the post of this roommate, a clear second opportunity, was in my newsfeed. I have to say this person’s posts NEVER showed up in newsfeed but here within 3 days it did. I also could hardly access the internet from my country home. So, with that I decided to investigate and decide yes or no.

I realized that this may be the opportunity my horoscope referred to and may never be presented again. I remained open, listened to my gut and received all the answers to my logical questions. My intuition said, I needed to invest in my future with the little amount money I had and take a chance! I could always move back, right? So my decision was YES!

This was an unexpected opportunity that was brought to me, that I didn’t chase down. I completly changed the path of my journey. I realized I was a free bird, a clean canvas to create my new journey on. How many people have this opportunity later in life? I was grateful.

I moved down here thinking I’d pursue songwriting but later started a novel, a blog and now screenwriting. I’m checking it all out, open to unexpected opportunities. I have never felt more fulfilled in my entire life. I am for the first time living my purpose.

So know that opportunities will come to you. Be open. You never know where that opportunity could lead you.

A short but humorous random-word prompt

A short but humorous random-word prompt


Since hearing the news this morning that Stan would be in Glasgow, she felt breakable, fragile like those glass ornaments they used to hang on the trees, the ones that would explode at the slightest touch.

Stan used to be her boyfriend. Not just boyfriend, he had nearly been her fiancé. That felt like a long time ago, because it was, because they were back in high school then, but he had given her his varsity pin, which was an old tradition in their school from the 50s, it was like giving a girl your ring, and she thought they were going to get married.

Leah didn’t want to feel like this, though. She had a whole vacation ahead of her, it was all planned, and she wasn’t going to go back to those memories like a beggar and try to take some feelings from what wasn’t there. She knew it would only leave her feeling downcast, and she had too much to do to be depressed.

A neighboring patron’s cellphone rang and broke Leah from her reverie like a pistol shot. She yelped and covered her mouth at the sound, looking over at the offender. The boy silenced his phone quickly and arched a curious full eyebrow at her over dark blue eyes. Leah couldn’t help but notice how good his biceps looked in that t-shirt. “Yessir,” she thought, “You have the right to bare arms.”

“Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He said.

“No worries. I’m just a little jumpy is all.” She replied.

“I’ve turned it on silent. Those auto-callers just won’t stop today.”

“Thanks. I suggest the Do Not Call list.”

“Tried it. It doesn’t work. They still get my number anyway. I gotta say, I’m pretty popular with the telemarketing community.”

“Must be your James Earl Jones-quality voice. Have you ever thought about voice acting?” Leah asked with an exaggerated tilt of her head.

“Oh, they’re after me all the time. Morgan Freeman is actually my stand-in, but I’m just so busy pursuing my career as a barista that I can’t make time to be the voice of God in every movie.”

Forever a Student

Forever a Student

Look heavenward child. Far up into the darkness, where shiny lights are the spirits of our ancestors. That is only a fraction of the way. You must look further, but use your mind, as I always tell you. Think of the acoustics of a well; and a pebble’s drop, down into that deepness, that blackness. Such loneliness as that little smooth stone would feel; so cold and heavyhearted. Do not feel guilt for throwing him there. Keep your mind fertile. Remember how these feelings can cause even the greatest statues of dreams to flake and chip away, like the erosion of a thousand years, in a matter of seconds. Your mind is strong child, and this mental strength can easily be turned against you. How can you fight the millions of arms and legs that your imagination travels with?

Now, look again at that deepness above.It is the same as within you.These two worlds can be yours. Within and without.Do not lose them, and never give them away.Share them, and protect them child. That is all I can tell you. The rest you learn alone.




Sherry’s bare feet hit the concrete floor, cold, smooth and refreshing on the hot summer morning. The sunlight beamed through the window making her wish it was a winter cold day so she could hide away from the world and not face the truth that she held in her head and heart. Her heart was content but her head still was in a therapy session. Everyone said she was a major, mental flake, racked with guilt and loneliness. They clearly didn’t believe heaven was on her side with the decision she made. They made her feel as if the angels in her life were now heavyhearted spirits flying around her. She tried to shut off the voices that were fertile in her mind.

She now was merely a fraction of what she told she would be after high school. Computer and business was her way to the top and she was made to believe this would be her career, her fame to her family. She would envision herself handing out business cards to prospective clients, seeing her name plate on her office door and on the memos circulating through the office. She manifested her vision but only for a short time. Her soul was acting out loud with anger and frustration in every area of her life. Demanding her to dig deeper, to risk everything and to take the acoustic sounds in her very being and bring them to life with color and objects. She didn’t have to settle for who they wanted her to be. What they said she would be. She was guilty for believing them and not believing her very own youthful soul. The innocent soul at age 8 already knew what her purpose, her passion was. She would one day write for others, make them feel the emotions that the cold, level headed corporate world refused to acknowledge.
One day she quit, just walked out. In a zombie like trance, she left the existence that defined her. She was not in control of her actions. As she pushed opened the glass door to the city sidewalk, she paused and looked at the variety of shoes speeding to their next destination like a city highway. She read a long time ago, if you didn’t listen to yourself, one day your soul would make you listen. Perhaps through a mental breakdown, a mid life crisis or a rampage shooting of innocent people or even a self inflicted suicide.

Sherry feels the cold cement under her feet as her weight sinks into them. She pushes herself up off of her friend’s couch, deciding she would not be a major mental flake, racked with guilt and loneliness. Sherry doesn’t need that lesson taught to her again. A smile comes over her face as she lays back on the couch with her cam corder lifted above her. She glances to her handwritten notes about those that have succeeded and those that have not. Success comes to those who follow their passion and not the dollar bill. She may have given up financial security for her dream but her soul is now richer with intention and purpose. She believes that financial comfort will be with her again but this time through her passion.  Living on PURPOSE.




  Manifest Your Wishes

  Manifest Your Wishes

On January 1st I started putting together my vision board. I actually get butterflies in my stomach and wake up with excitement knowing today I’m planning my new year. 

I pulled out magazine pictures and words in December knowing I won’t use them all.  I put all the pictures in an order or creative order that I want my new year to follow. I let it sit on the table for days as I review it every time I walk by, moving pieces to different spots. I also take time to contemplate what I want to manifest.

 In 2015 I manifested 4 things from my vision board!  So I know to be very specific and wise in what I place on it. What do you want to manifest in your life?