The Ties that Bind {u & me}

This is not a one-pair-of-shoes-fits-all type of world we are living in.

Nor is there one singular path we all must travel in order to reach Nirvana or liberation or heaven or whatever your idea of true freedom is.

Broken-In Sole(s)

Spring slipped in and while the desert flowers began to bloom, I wilted and hid. Then, at the exact moment in which I threw my hands up in the air and admitted defeat, I discovered these words: ...when you are sorrowful, look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. - Kahlil Gilbran. 

Sole Success (???)

Paralyzed by my own inability to see "rejection as merely suggestion" as so eloquently and aptly stated by my magical spirit sister Andrea Balt, I was utterly and completely STUCK.


And when we feel as though we don't belong, how to do we deal with those feelings of loneliness or the perception of being on the outside? The recently minted experience of "FOMO" (or rather, fear of missing out) touches on this idea.

Seva Soul

The question: How May I Serve the World? has recently become central to my thinking. I'd like to think I've always been a generous person, but the overwhelming urge to GIVE has taken on a different quality of late.

Sole Surrender

I'm a boots girl.  Always have been and I'm pretty certain, always will be. There's something about a nice pair of sturdy soled moto kicks that pair equally well with worn in blues as they do with a silk maxi dress that I just can't resist.