Contrary to what some people think, I don’t have my shit together. Actually, I don’t think I ever will. Often times I am a riddle embraced by silliness. I don’t take myself seriously and I am always shocked that someone else does. I am not religious or political. I don’t believe I am any label at one given moment. I am moved by something larger than life but really can’t label that either. I haven’t a clue how things should be run except through compassion. I don’t understand why we have wars and how so many humans are moved through hate when all we came here to do is love. I believe in love. This I know for sure.

I’m a hippie at heart but not completely because I am way too responsible to let things go so easily. I’m kinda neurotic with myself and no one else. I am a mother but still see myself as a kid. I am a traveler who has been in one place for way too long. I write- A LOT- but not enough to consider myself a writer. I am a collector of thoughts, words and stories but only share a tiny portion of those treasures. I am selfish with my alone time and yet I enjoy folks around me. I spend more time looking at the sky than sleeping at night. I am a dreamer and observer of things that most people would consider crazy. I love the universe and this planet but I don’t go around sharing everything I see and feel and taste and hear. I stopped analyzing shit the day I died and for some unknown reason I came back with more love. I feel we don’t always find our purpose in this world because the purpose is who we are and not what we need to do. 

At the end of the day we are rarely what others perceive us to be. We are all illusions bumping into others whether on social media or in person. We only show a piece of the whole. Never assume you know the entirety. That’s just arrogance. We believe what we choose to accept as our own. Our worlds consist of a lot more than the words and pictures we share. 

There is always depth, vulnerability and lots of hot messes. Be kind. Be open and love each other entirely. That is who you are created to be.

World of Love


beyond the doubt

exists a you

ready to live in freedom.

Stand on the edge,

take a deep breath

and jump.

The unknown will catch you

and Spirit will

provide wings

so you can soar

over all the fear


without the allowance

of Divinity to move you.

And over there…

beyond the horizon

is the world

of Love

ready to embrace you


without the restrictions:

“I can’t,”

“I don’t,”

“I won’t”….



freedomOkay, let’s start today finding inner freedom through strength and wisdom. Follow your divine guidance. You do not live in a prison…except for the thoughts you carry and entertain. Set them free. At any given time you have the choice to see the light or the darkness. Which one will you choose?

The Return


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Something woke


after a long sleep of doubts,

anger, hurt and questions

that buried me

inside an open tomb,

leaving the exposure to heal

with the openness of One.

I had forgotten my power,

the thoughts that co-create

with the universal aid of intentions;

those same delicious frequencies

that magically take me here and there.

I had forgotten

waking up with such joy

that I skip out of my room

while bones crack and stretch

reminding me to slow down.

I don’t care.

This is the meaning of living.

This is the ebb of sorrow and joy

taking it all and pasting it back together

without giving up.

It’s easier to give in,

give out, give up, and forget.

No more!

I have been sleeping in such darkness

for too long and allowing no one

to turn on the light.

I needed to feel the switch,

pass my hands through its coldness,

in the rawness of despair,

so I could turn it on…so I could do it alone.

Clarity arrives with rest and prayer.

Awareness returns with faith.

I hear the ringing of truth in one ear.

I see the element of surprise ahead.

I taste the juices of excitement.

I smell the sweetness of success…

for all that I have put out into the openness.

I’ve returned.

I am home in me again.

It’s been a long time…too long.

The heart echos softly, “Welcome back!”

Looking Inward…Searching Outward 

Last night at a beautiful gathering of friends a soulful woman shared a story that stayed with me throughout the night. She spoke about a man she knew who owned a pig farm up in these mountains. The man was in constant pain. His feet ached so much that it was preventing him from keeping up the farm. He was depleted of energy. The feet ailment was paralyzing him. He couldn’t move forward with his farm or anything because of this issue. Then one day something magical happened. He noticed that he was wearing his boots on the wrong feet. At that moment I had one of those Millie shout outs that I think I am keeping to myself but the filtering has decided to be loud (real loud with a few cursed words)! “Wow…what a metaphor for how we often live our lives…walking in the wrong shoes.”
Often times what we think is drastic or catastrophic is as simple as sitting down, breathing and looking down at ourselves. What are we doing wrong? What path are we not following? What am I doing to my poor feet? Step out of the shoes and try new ones. Make a new path. Switch the darn boots if you must. There are times we live our lives walking on eggshells as not to hurt another. Sometimes in the process of not hurting another we hurt ourselves even deeper. We don’t take responsibility for our own foundation.  
Life is based on the walks we take…the decisions we make…the choices we put forward. Don’t waste another day being depleted with pain. Remove yourself. Move forward. Take the pebbles off the boots, the dirty tight socks, and change the way you look at each step you make. You also have no business walking in another’s shoes. Be grateful for your journey. Be present with all that you have traveled. Have a blessed day. ~ Millie