The Last Unicorn
“The unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone. She was very old, though she did not know it, and she was no longer the careless color of sea foam but rather the color of snow falling on a moonlit night. But her eyes were still clear and unwearied, and she still moved like a shadow on the sea.”
― Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn
Let me Clear my Throat
Brene Brown says, “When we can let go of what other people think and own our story, we gain access to our worthiness- the feeling that we are enough just as we are and that we are worthy of love and belonging. When we spend a lifetime trying to distance ourselves from the parts of our lives that don’t fit with who we think we are supposed to be, we stand outside our story and hustle for our worthiness by constantly performing, perfecting, pleasing and proving. Our sense of worthiness- that critically important piece that gives us access to love and belonging, lives inside of our story.” It’s a pleasure to share mine with you.
The smallest Stone
You playing small doesn't serve the world. There’s nothing enlightening about shrinking so others won’t feel insecure around you. As you let your own light shine, you indirectly give others permission to do the same.”
Marianne Williamson
Welcome to the beginning of this blog where I share the heart of me with the heart of you and somewhere in between we meet each other.