What is a human, but a container of precious energy waiting to be realized, to come alive.

A unique soup of thoughts, experiences and emotions yearn to be expressed. And channeling your blueprint into some form of media, is essential to address.

In the Fall of 2021, an intensity brewed within me. Something I describe as the pull of my soul was asking me to break free of the life I had so comfortably built. There was no clear plan forward, no precise desire at hand, but absolute confidence in setting myself “free” and giving spontaneity a chance.

I wanted a life of exploration. To push the boundaries of expanse. I wanted more color, more risk, more reward. With the Universe I wanted to dance. Nothing was really "wrong," but neither was anything right. I decided to leave my job, home, and friends. Quite abruptly, I quit my life.

I temporarily moved to Florida, a place of the "in between." Not here nor there. I hopped on this lily pad for greater room to breathe.

I had written in journals consistently since a young girl, but not until my mid-twenties did my writing became my true muse. Or did I become my muse? It was through the words on my paper that could hear myself, counsel myself, and unpack the complexities of life.

The therapies of writing evolved into freeform expressions of my personal experiences. Story-telling. Creative transmissions of life philosophy. Spiritual perspectives. And really, whatever ideas my soul yearned to express.

When your soul doesn’t express itself, it depletes your energy. There came a time for myself when the buildup of internalized and unactualized energy was so immense, writing felt life-saving.

Where are you not expressing yourself?

One evening, as I lay curled up in the sofa of my lily pad home, my pen scribbled the words: I have something to say. I have something to say. I have something to say.

Over and over again. Something like an out of body experience. My mind floated away, my eyes went into gaze, and only my pen proceeded to write these words on repeat, disgruntling the formality of my typical entries.

A half page later, I stopped, looked up, and sat with these words in front of me. What was it that I had to say? To whom did I have to say anything? I had journaled every day. Wasn't that enough?

When your soul doesn’t express itself, it depletes your energy. It wasn’t enough for me to store my words behind the confines of my leatherback journal.

The words weren’t breathing. They begged for more air.

As I conspired to travel the country, an idea floated through. What if I create a blog? My own expressive avenue.

I realized that I had a passion and knack for sharing and teaching. My preferred method, was writing and speaking.

A blog seemed to have a lot of wiggle room. There were no expectations, no rules, no one monitoring, no ridicule. I could write what I wanted, when I wanted, and in whatever format most fulfilled me. Full creative autonomy.

I liked that blogs teetered archaic. They were off-trend and out-dated. The antithesis of a short attention society looking for a quick jig. I would embrace counterculture and build my own bridge.

It wasn’t about fans and views. It was unleashing my Spirit, my energy, my muse.

Hitting the publish button is a special type of release. These vulnerable reflections are out for the world to see. Through this I've learnt to be unattached, unashamed, and embraced these blog posts as time stamps of me, ever-changing along my journey.

May this story inspire you to question: Where are you not expressing yourself? Allow yourself to experiment, explore, create, and play. Find a way to showcase your spirit and see what comes your way.