Do your job

"Your job here on this planet is to love and honor yourself. To embrace the wild, amazing truth that is you and to dance in your fire song. Your purpose is to be the undiluted passion of your spirit. The more you love yourself, and I mean REALLY love and respect yourself, the less you care about what other people think of you. You also don't fall into the same trappings as before with people that are not healthy for you. You say "I love myself more than this" and you walk away, with your head held high to all of the beautiful and amazing adventures that await you. So love yourself. Be selfish. Give yourself a deep bow of reverence. Decorate the sacred altar of yourself...

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My Yoga Philosophy

When I first found out the purpose of yoga is to calm the fluctuations of the mind – I nodded my head, “Yes.” That sounded right, we come to our mat to be in the present moment and to clear our mind using meditation, movement and breath. Sounds exactly like what modern media had told me. Then, as I began to dive deeper into my practice off the mat, I was – frankly – pissed and so confused.   If I’m supposed to dig into the darkest part of myself and become familiar with her enough to love her anyway… how is running away with my tight little yoga pants and mat over my shoulder to go “calm my mind” helping me...

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Save the date: Nov 21-22

I hope to see your smiling face at these two craft fairs this weekend! On Saturday, I'll be at the Sugar Plum Fair at First Parish Congregational Church on East Derry Road in East Derry, NH. On Sunday, I'll be helping at the Christmas at the Cape Craft Fair at 24 Wiley Hill Road, Londonderry, NH. I'll be offering my products at a discounted rate from my Etsy store if you buy in-person. I also have many different designs, colors and products that aren't listed on Etsy! So, be sure to stop by either of those locations to check it out and support local crafters. Cheers!...

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Merry & Bright

The boxes upon bins of holiday décor piled to the ceiling in our attic were impressive collections. Each stuffed to the brim with carefully wrapped glass and handmade ornaments, cinnamon-stick reindeer with googly eyes and wreaths for every door, to name a few. Decorating for Christmas time was a daylong endeavor, and somehow every year I wound up being the conductor of The Polar Express. With a cheese-worthy grin, I cranked up the Bing Crosby album on our fancy “surround sound” speakers and get to work.   My family helped intermittently, Mom the most – but I enjoyed the discretion. I loved choosing ornament placement, strategically planting the kindergarten-mushroom-haircut-photo ones in the back of the tree. I would “forget” to take out...

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Why I Craft

Since I can remember, when the holiday season glistened it’s way through Autumn leaves, my mom would wake me up early on a weekend, bundle me up and we'd travel all across what felt like the world to visit craft fairs. The long car rides promised a trip to Dunkin’ Donuts where I consistently ordered a hot chocolate with a glazed cruller donut. I also consistently burnt my tongue, because chocolate.   Upon arrival, and me waking up from a long nap, Mom strapped on her fanny pack in the front, of course. I left my coat in the car because as seasoned craft fair goers we knew it was hot as hell in there. I vividly remember peering over a candy-cane clothed tabletop with the waft of cinnamon and...

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