and I could not be more honored that you are here.

I consider this holy ground – for both of us. I envision a big oversized white chair sitting on a large red kilim rug, our favorite drinks in our hands, and sunshine coming through the windows. It is just you, me, a tribe of other searchers, and God. Here we will share our stories, learn + grow from hearing other’s stories, and we will hold each other’s hands as we walk together through both the beautiful and brutal of our one life this side of heaven. Most important, we will invite God into the center of it all.

This space contains all of my favorite things – from words to music to community. At the heart, there is story. I believe that storytelling is the ultimate secret sauce, the one thing that we all have inside of us that when shared connects us all through an unbreakable red string. I believe it can transform lives, non-profits, businesses…and even more, I believe it is in our DNA. “In the beginning…” as the story goes.

So please take a look around - I hope you find something here that speaks to your heart and refreshes your soul.

are worth a thousand words.

The Gift of 47.

I am bringing my whole heart…my whole self to my 47th year. I am tremendously humbled and grateful to be here…now. Even more, for the first time in my whole life, I truly believe my best days are ahead of me…not behind. I cannot wait to see what God has for me next, but whatever it is…I am going to be ALL there for it. Grateful. Wholehearted. Fully Present.

Feels Like Home

Whatever the path you are on. However long and winding . If you are submitting every single next step to God, trust me when I tell you this…he is there…behind you, ahead of you, right there next to you, walking in step with you.

Hello + Welcome

I can hardly believe I am writing this post. *cue ALL the tears* Two years ago, while laying on a massage table, I had a vision about a podcast that would recreate what I was experiencing weekly in my living room with my IF: Tribe. True community. Real and raw conversations. The nitty, gritty, meaty parts of our stories generally reserved for counselor couches and/or our prayer closets. In my car afterwards, I wrote everything down I could remember from the vision. I then shared it with a...

Grieving + Single

I am not doing well.  I thought I was doing well. Especially after a visit to say good-bye to someone I loved. Then Monday... ...and every day since.  In counseling today I had all of the words and none of the words.  Then this.... Grieving as a single is hard. There it is.   // I have had some complicated grieving to do that started in the fourth quarter of last year. It is complicated, as if grief were not complicated enough on it's own, because there are complicated relationships and pasts...

I have heard the joke that some kids must be dragged out of the comfort, security and warmth of the womb. Not me. I think I came out with a strong case of curiosity and wanderlust. For as long as I can remember I have been described as an old soul. I guess I am a born searcher.

Read more about my story and what to expect at the Honeycomb >>

             

Be bold enough to use your voice, brave enough to listen to your heart, and strong enough to live the life you’ve always imagined. // Unknown