Honoring Mom and Dad


“Honor your father and your mother, so that you may live long in the land the LORD your God is giving you. – Exodus 20:12

I once read that the number 21 represents Mother and Father. I am no expert in numerology but this thought has remained with me. Especially lately as I have applied the meditation practice I learned from the Ashram. After the Guru-Gita, we would meditate for 21 minutes.

Thinking about Mother and Father, male and female energy, Yin and Yang, Father God in Heaven and Mother Earth. Even in engineering parts, they design male and female parts, and some plants need to cross-pollinate.  So many examples God has given us. For good reason. So we can reflect on the power of creation,

Today, I felt led to honor my parents. They may not have been the ideal mother and father, yet I believe they were exactly the parents God intended for my life.

Dad and I did not see each other for years at a time due to his incarcerations.  Mom checked out quite a bit. Yet when I needed sage advice in my younger life, Dad was the one I turned to. After he passed away and I got sober, my mother became one of my best confidantes and friends.

My father never got to see the miracles in my life from sobriety. My mother did. When I got sober, I really had no thoughts of improving my relationship with mother. It was just an amazing added gift of the program and from God!

You may have had an absent parent or a terrible relationship with one or both. Perhaps, someone told you that your father was a “sperm donor”. Regardless, we all came from seed and egg. We can honor the two people who came together to create us anyway. This is a good practice we do for ourselves.

Because we were created from Spirit. God chose and used these two beings to create the wonderful being that is you. For that reason alone, we can find some way of honoring them.

Can you see yourself honoring your parents today? If not, what can you do to get closer to doing so?

Stay Blissful My Friends – E

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Mondays with Michael – Tears On My Cheeks

We are back on track with another sweet poem from Michael. Thank you for sharing your truth with us Michael! – E


Tears On My Cheeks…

Tonight I have sad eyes, I think I might cry.
Please give me strength lord, I continue to fight.
The tears drip down my cheeks, I give my worries to you, God help me please.
I’m trying to get home to see my family.
I have a lot of amends to make, for all the lost years, all the mistakes.
I hate this disease for what I use to be.
A liar, a cheat, and the worst part, I became a thief.
I’m sorry to anyone, I may have hurt.
Sorry for all the grief, I was selfish, I thought I was just hurting me.
I was in so much pain, all I could do was drink, anything to not feel, anything to not think.
I hope when we meet, you can see I’m not the man I use to be.
I’m full of love and compassion.
I’ve had an awakening.
I hope you still love me, but for tonight,
The tears drip down my cheeks…
Never Give Up…
Live 2 Love…

The Legend of La Llorona

La Lorona

Halloween! My favorite time of year. I love to dress up, watch scary movies and tell ghoulish tales. One of my favorite stories would be…The Legend of La Llorona! One does not simply say her name. No, it is spoken in a terrifyingly elaborate way “LA LLOOOOROOOOONAAAAA!”. There are many different tales of La Llorona, but the one that my family was told went as follows:

The Weeping Woman
(La Llorona)

by Joe Hayes

Long years ago in a humble little village, there lived a fine-looking girl named Maria Some say she was the most beautiful girl in the world! And because she was so beautiful, Maria thought she was better than everyone else.

As Maria grew older, her beauty increased And her pride in her beauty grew too When she was a young woman, she would not even look at the young men from her village. They weren’t good enough for her! “When I marry,” Maria would say, “I will marry the most handsome man in the world.”

And then one day, into Maria’s village rode a man who seemed to be just the one she had been talking about. He was a dashing young ranchero, the son of a wealthy rancher from the southern plains. He could ride like a Comanche! In fact, if he owned a horse, and it grew tame, he would give it away and go rope a wild horse from the plains. He thought it wasn’t manly to ride a horse if it wasn’t half-wild.

He was handsome! And he could play the guitar and sing beautifully. Maria made up her mind-that was, the man for her! She knew just the tricks to win his attention.

If the ranchero spoke when they met on the pathway, she would turn her head away. When he came to her house in the evening to play his guitar and serenade her, she wouldn’t even come to the window. She refused all his costly gifts. The young man fell for her tricks. “That haughty girl, Maria, Maria! ” he said to himself. “I know I can win her heart. I swear I’ll marry that girl.”

And so everything turned out as Maria planned. Before long, she and the ranchero became engaged and soon they were married. At first, things were fine. They had two children and they seemed to be a happy family together. But after a few years, the ranchero went back to the wildlife of the prairies. He would leave town and be gone for months at a time. And when he returned home, it was only to visit his children. He seemed to care nothing for the beautiful Maria. He even talked of setting Maria aside and marrying a woman of his own wealthy class.

As proud as Maria was, of course, she became very angry with the ranchero. She also began to feel anger toward her children, because he paid attention to them, but just ignored her.

One evening, as Maria was strolling with her two children on the shady pathway near the river, the ranchero came by in a carriage. An elegant lady sat on the seat beside him. He stopped and spoke to his children, but he didn’t even look at Maria. He whipped the horses on up the street.

When she saw that, a terrible rage-filled Maria, and it all turned against her children. And although it is sad to tell, the story says that in her anger Maria seized her two children and threw them into the river! But as they disappeared down the stream, she realized what she had done! She ran down the bank of the river, reaching out her arms to them. But they were long gone.

The next morning, a traveler brought word to the villagers that a beautiful woman lay dead on the bank of the river. That is where they found Maria, and they laid her to rest where she had fallen.

But the first night Maria was in the grave, the villagers heard the sound of crying down by the river. It was not the wind, it was La Llorona crying. “Where are my children?” And they saw a woman walking up and down the bank of the river, dressed in a long white robe, the way they had dressed Maria for burial. On many a dark night, they saw her walk the river bank and cry for her children. And so they no longer spoke of her as Maria. They called her La Llorona, the weeping woman. And by that name, she is known to this day. Children are warned not to go out in the dark, for, La Llorona might snatch them and never return them. [1]

As a child, this story was indeed used as a warning against going out at night. My older sister even had a friend who managed to escape from La Llorona, but with a huge scratch on her neck that would scar her for life!

As an adult, we can still find some warnings from Maria’s numerous sins; Vanity, Pride, Envy, Rage, Murder. Maria did not acknowledge her sins and so they continued to feed each other. The end result wasn’t just murder/suicide but that she would roam the afterlife no longer known as Maria but “The Weeping Woman”.

Did you catch her dramatic question: “What have I done?!” How many times have we asked ourselves the same thing? Though our sins have probably not taken us to such an extreme, it is good to see what happens when we do not confront our darkness. Darkness is a part of our nature. It is only when we acknowledge said darkness that we can let God’s light of love shine down on us.

So this question “What have I done?” is a good one to ask. If we can identify the answer, then we are ready to make right whatever wrongs we have made in the past. Then we don’t have to roam the world aimlessly weeping. Instead, we get to embrace joy. Embrace bliss! So don’t beat yourself up too much when you find yourself asking this question.

Enjoy this Halloween season and Stay Blissful my Friends! – E

I’m really trying to be scary here…
  1. http://www.literacynet.org/lp/hperspectives/llorona.html


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Awakenings are beautiful, though sometimes painful. Spiritual awakenings are empowering. But first we must recognize when they are happening. Sometimes we choose to relive the pain time and again instead of acknowledging that they’re navigating us in the direction we are destined to go.

If we are mindful in each moment, we will be grateful as well. Even the difficult moments are part of our journey.  Life is good. Stay Blissful My Friends. – E

It is the day after the bubble has burst.

Everything is clear. Lucid.

Just as the day after this passing wicked rainstorm.

Other than the flickering of the last aspen leaves as they look down on their fallen, it is so quiet one can hear the highway several miles away.

A small sigh and a delighted smile appear.

It is time to move forward.

No turning back. But who would want to?

The coolness of an autumn afternoon wakes me from my thoughts.

Approaching a puddle, I choose to stomp through it purposefully.

Any other time I might have walked around it, just as I would to avoid the very problems in my life that I have just faced head on.

I am flexing new emotional muscle.

Who knew I had it in me?

I did.

Are you flexing as well?

Who knew you had it in you?

You did.

Wiggling my cold toes underneath my rain boots.

Giggling like a child who gets to play in the middle of the street.

Not worrying about fast cars approaching.

No strangers coming to snatch me.

I am free. I am safe.

No longer wishing I could run to another place, another life.

I am here. Now.

Breathing in the musty fall air.

Grateful for every moment, every breath.

Closing my eyes and taking it all in.

I begin to dance to the rhythm of the aspen leaves.

I am dancing with the aspen leaves.

Has nature always moved this way around me?

Maybe I’ve been too focused on the struggle and unable to see through its hazy ubiquitousness.

It doesn’t matter anyway.

Today I am awake.

I am Lucid


Mondays with Michael – 9 Months!

Congratulations to Michael for achieving 9 months of sobriety! I know from experience, 9 months can seem like eternity. Way to go Mike! Today, let’s celebrate with him…and Stay Blissful My Friends – E


Nine Months (9) Clean And Sober

I never knew a man could cry so many tears.

Never knew I was so full of fear.

Through the rain, through the pain,

I’ve had an awakening, no longer insane.

Here to give back, to help those in need.

This is the vision from God, I see in my dreams.

Sobriety the greatest gift from above, through my higher power,

I’m here to help those who suffer, I’m here to love…

Never Give Up…
Live 2 Love…



Each moment, each event in life is predestined. It is when we concede to them that we learn their intended lessons. Acknowledgements and acceptance. We acquire nothing from regret or disregard. Reflection is looking honestly in the mirror. At times we like what we see, at other times we don’t. It is important to give attention to both. Because each will speak their truth.

Many speak about being in the moment. Have you ever done an inventory of crucial moments in your life? Where have you come from? Where are you now? Are you ready for the next moment? Will you cherish or abhor it?

I have taken some time to do some reflecting on my own. Though the moments I came up with were not all good, I look at them with open eyes. I look at them with loving eyes. I look at them with God’s eyes.

If you were to take the time to write a list and read it out loud to God, what would God say to you? Would you be turned away, rejected? Or would God say something like:

“Elysia, you are doing the best you can and that is good enough for me. And Elysia, I love you!” This is indeed what God has said to me on more than one occasion.

This moment

Taking that breath as I enter this world.

This moment

My mom holds me for the very first time, pain of childbirth all forgotten.

This moment

My father rocks me and makes eye contact, beaming with pride.

This moment

I take the first of many steps, some with my feet and others with my heart.

This moment

Kindergarten! I’m excited to learn all that I can.

This moment

Awkwardly singing on stage with the other 1st graders.

This moment

I have entered puberty on a hot August morning.

This moment

My first drag of marijuana in my best friend’s backyard.

This moment

I’ve met cocaine. The love of my life. I will never be the same.

This moment

Is this my first, second or third overdose? Why did it have to be in school?

This moment

“You’re pregnant”, the nurse says. Somehow a small smile appears on my face.

This moment

I hold my newborn son for the very first time.

This moment

Meeting another man I think I love.

This moment

After a long painful night of sweat and screams I meet my second born son.

This moment

In the midst of a most insecure time, I meet God

This moment

Another man and this time we marry.

This moment

My daughter arrives on the first day of fall, just as a 30-day heat wave begins.

This moment

Saying a painful farewell to my father.

This moment

Saying a painful farewell to my best friend cocaine.

This moment

God still loves me!

This moment

Liking the person I see in the mirror.

This moment

The end of a diseased 14-year marriage.

This moment

An exciting new life has begun.

This moment

I am ready to be a wife for the very first time.

This moment

“Welcome to Menopause!” the doctor exclaims. That small smile again.

This moment

I am ready for whatever comes next.

Stay Blissful My Friends – E

How to be Comfortable in Your Own Skin





Lately, it has been damn hard being comfortable in my own skin. I never was one to sweat much but now…it has been uncontrollable.  I can’t stand wearing glasses due to them pinching my nose because of all this perspiration. I know it’s not just me because there are so many people complaining about the excessive heat this year. Though I would like to attribute my latest uneasiness to global warming, I will be honest with myself. This is indeed the result of hot flashes.

Being a woman truly is a blessing. I would not trade my femininity for anything in the world. The female body, well that is sometimes the cost that must be paid for the title of queen or goddess. Whichever we choose to call ourselves. From the cradle to the grave, we women have much physical discomfort. While one irritation will indeed go away, it is soon replaced by something just as annoying.  So In menopause, women no longer have to deal with the monthly visits from Aunt Flo, but cousins Bitchy and the Heat-miser are there to take our auntie’s place. No wonder we women find it so difficult to be comfortable in our own skin.

woman-2046408_640 These days I find myself asking, “Do I really need to turn the AC on at this moment?”.  Sometimes the answer is “HELL YES!!”.  Other times I decide to challenge myself. Will I survive this hot flash?  Will I melt from all this perspiration? It might sound dramatic to you but with the rise of unknown circumstances comes a bit of anxiety.  Because “This has never happened before”!

Being the warrior queen that I am, I step up to the challenge – maybe a little shaky at first. But I will prevail. I will stand my ground. I gave birth to three children after all. Now that was real pain.  I AM a warrior and my sword is love.

At every opportunity, I will allow myself to go into a full meditative state when I start breaking into a sweat. I will chant. I will send gratitude up to my God for making me a woman. For designing me to be exactly the way I am at this very moment. Because I am real.  Because I am alive. Thank you, God!

I definitely have more sureness in my feminine self than I did when I was a young, gloriously beautiful princess.  This too is part of God’s design. We women become more confident as we lose our youthful beauty.  Another fine paradox!

When I was younger I had a smoking hot body.  Now I am just a hot mess. But back then, I worried more about what other’s thought of me than I do today. Was I a good enough wife, mother, daughter?  The answer to these questions is a resounding “No”.  Of course not. I had so much more to learn about these three elements.  I also had a lot to learn about being comfortable in my own skin.

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Then there is the issue of negativity towards being a woman. A common put down is to be called a “P*ssy”. Well, what is wrong with that? Vaginas are awesome! Vaginas are powerful!  I could really take this in so many directions but that might be for another blog. Either way, We females have been taught that it is wrong to be feminine. We need to run; we need to fight not just like men but better than men.

Well, I run like a girl. I fight like a girl…and sometimes I even cry like a girl.  This is okay.  We are women and we are designed to function as such. All this excessive male energy taking over females is contributing to an already unbalanced world.

Yin and Yang represent the male and female. Where one is weak, the other is strong. This is God’s design. Stop trying to be something you are not. Embrace your feminine selves!

Now about whether or not others like us. That is none of our business. If someone stands in judgment of us, well they are really just judging themselves. Do you ever worry about people in line at the grocery store…judging you? Well, stop! They don’t even know you and you will probably never see them again. If you do, will it really matter what they think of you next week, next month, next year? You might even find that you don’t particularly like them. Nothing wrong with that.

Being comfortable in my own skin is going to bed with a clear conscience. The knowledge that I made every effort to be the best Elysia I can possibly be. No more and no less than that. No better and no worse than anyone else. If I had made every effort to repair any poor actions or inactions and made a note to do better next time, I can sleep in peace…That is if the hot flashes don’t wake me up. But that’s not the point.

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How do we become comfortable in our own skin?

  • We remember to love and nourish our physical, mental and spiritual bodies.
  • We approach others with that same love (not like – love).
  • We take responsibility for our own actions and work to make things right with others we have offended.
  • We spend time doing for others without expecting something in return. This is called “service”.
  • We find closed-mouthed friends that we can vent our reality too. Friends who won’t judge us.
  • We become the same type of non-judgmental friend that we wish to have. Begin the change…
  • Most importantly, we have a connection to Spirit daily – with an open mind and an open heart.

Try these and let me know how it works for you.  Stay blissful my friends. – E

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Not a Victim, No Longer a Volunteer

Have you ever had someone try to hold you down? Hold you back from your true potential? There have been a few times in my life when someone had given me advice sounding something like “Elysia, you might find that some of these people will try to hold you down or keep you in your place. Don’t let them. Just keep blossoming. Keep growing”.  Good words from well discerning friends.  Did I listen to them? Well I guess that depends.

I have heard the saying “There are no victims, only volunteers.” several times in my life. Discounting real victims of crimes and abuse, this is a true concept. I have never been held down unless I had let someone do so. In addition, once I became an adult I was only a victim when I volunteered to be one.

You see there were times that Hell no, I was not taking anyone’s bullshit. Then there were times that I might let someone else bully me until I realized there was nothing in it for myself. This would usually result in some kind of passive-aggressive behavior on my part. If you were on the receiving end of that, well I really do apologize. Because I can have a razor-sharp tongue when I let myself. I have made men and women cry with the words I have said. For this, I have no pride whatsoever.

In other cases, I might have found that being the victim could serve me quite well. In relationships, I might get nice rewards. When reminding the forlorn “victimizer” of what they had done, well I could win an argument or manipulate a situation to go my way. More so, if there were witnesses I might be able to use them for something at a later time. So as mentioned earlier, I volunteered for such victimization. Though I did not realize it at the time.

Fortunately for myself and my loved ones, something wild happened. I got clean & sober! I began to work with a sponsor and with other women in recovery. They taught me that I just had to keep my side of the street clean and not to worry about anyone else’s side. They taught me to take responsibility for my part in every situation.

As I grew in my recovery I developed the courage to walk away from a diseased, abusive marriage. This abuse went both ways. We BOTH participated in sick, emotional games and it was time to realize that it was not going to get better.  I learned to stay away from such relationships and how to set boundaries.

I learned that I, ME, MYSELF – would be the one who would teach others how to treat me. I continued this as I finished up raising my kids. It was uncomfortable and sometimes I thought they would hate me for good. That did not happen. What happened?  They began to respect me like they never had. Because I respected myself.


One of my greatest shortcomings was letting people treat me like some kind of second class citizen. I then passed that on to my children. My children, who I thought the world of. They now felt like second class citizens. My sponsor explained that I was the one who would have to change that.

I remember watching a movie called “Once Were Warriors” with my eldest son just six months before I left my marriage.  It was a devastatingly sad movie but worth it to watch to the very end when the abused wife stands up to her abuser. This scene caused my son and me to look at each other and without a word we just nodded.

Lately I have been lead to the act of sending my kids little messages via text or messenger reminding them that they are royalty. That they have every bit of validation to go out and get theirs. Because we are warriors. We are strong and will not be held down.

Did you know just how empowering some Disco songs were?  Such as the lyrics to Ain’t No Stoppin’ Us Now By McFadden & Whitehead:

“And if you’ve ever been held down before

I know you’ll refuse to be held down anymore!

Don’t you let nothing, nothing

Stand in your way!”

So I say to you this fine Tuesday Morning: You might find that some of these people will try to hold you down or keep you in your place. Don’t let them. Just keep blossoming. Keep growing! And stay blissful my friends – E

Sunday Shot of Bliss X. Spiritual Beauty


The thing about beauty to me is that I will never attain MY concept of beauty. I am far too imperfect. My features are too big, my body too jiggly – I could go on. Ironically, I see beauty in everything and everyone around me, but myself.

So what is beauty?

Beauty – noun, plural beauties. 1. The quality present in a thing or person that gives intense pleasure or deep satisfaction to the mind, whether arising from sensory manifestations (as shape, color, sound, etc.), a meaningful design or pattern, or something else (as a personality in which high spiritual qualities are manifest).

I grew up in a family that has vanity issues. We all have it. My older sister was/is very beautiful. She also suffers from bi-polar disease and borderline personality disorder. Throughout our developing years she often told me how ugly I was, pointing out my nappy hair; big nose; big lips; oh and my arms were too long for the rest of my body. I bought into it and in doing so, continued to feed my vanity.

How many years have I spent dieting, buying special makeup and hair products that guaranteed to make me look like the supermodel in the ad? Hello! I am not a supermodel!  My daughter once asked me why I don’t have any pictures of myself in my 20’s and I honestly told her that up until a few years ago, I hated taking pictures. There was one picture of me that I did like and it was a picture of my arm. My favorite picture of myself was a picture of my arm…

I have often rebelled against such vanity in an Ecclesiastical sort of way, only to be drawn back in by the latest beauty fads on the market. It is apparent in just about every form of media that I am not the only one.

“I am very dark, but lovely,  O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar,   like the curtains of Solomon.” – Song of Solomon 1:5

I feel that as a society, we are finally getting the true concept of beauty. It is not always blonde and blue-eyed. Sometimes it is short, red-haired with freckles. Sometimes it is 170 lbs. worth of beauty. But it is always love when it is looked upon with love.


So what is spiritual beauty?

I guess spiritual beauty, just as in physical beauty is seen in the eye of the beholder. Only, let that beholder be yourself today. What are your spiritual beauty ideals?  Here are a few of mine:

  • Grace and Courage under fire.
  • Kindness
  • Joyfulness
  • Gratitude
  • A person who takes care of her spiritual, mental and physical health.
  • Women who empower each other and lift each other up.
  • Love and respect for ALL of God’s creation.
  • Passion for a cause.
  • Love of family and of God.

Beauty in the Moment

It is often recommended that we focus on the moment. So while we are doing something as basic as rinsing those vegetables in the colander while preparing our meals, let us pay attention to all the senses surrounding this activity. Let us take a moment to acknowledge the love we are putting into this meal. In this love and nurturing of ourselves and others, we will know our true spiritual beauty. Because beauty is simple as it is stunning…it all depends on the moment.

Walking in Beauty: Closing Prayer from the Navajo Way Blessing Ceremony

In beauty I walk

With beauty before me I walk

With beauty behind me I walk

With beauty above me I walk

With beauty around me I walk

It has become beauty again

Hózhóogo naasháa dooShitsijí’ hózhóogo naasháa dooShikéédéé hózhóogo naasháa dooShideigi hózhóogo naasháa dooT’áá altso shinaagóó hózhóogo naasháa dooHózhó náhásdlíí’Hózhó náhásdlíí’Hózhó náhásdlíí’Hózhó náhásdlíí’

Today I will walk out, today everything negative will leave me

I will be as I was before, I will have a cool breeze over my body.

I will have a light body, I will be happy forever, nothing will hinder me.

I walk with beauty before me. I walk with beauty behind me.

I walk with beauty below me. I walk with beauty above me.

I walk with beauty around me. My words will be beautiful.

In beauty all day long may I walk.

Through the returning seasons, may I walk.

On the trail marked with pollen may I walk.

With dew about my feet, may I walk.

With beauty before me may I walk.

With beauty behind me may I walk.

With beauty below me may I walk.

With beauty above me may I walk.

With beauty all around me may I walk.

In old age wandering on a trail of beauty, lively, may I walk.

In old age wandering on a trail of beauty, living again, may I walk.

My words will be beautiful…

Stay Blissful My Friends! – E

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How to Balance


Where did this day go?  A typically busy Monday doing reports, scheduling and welcoming my boss back from his vacation. Throw in a small family emergency and it is now 9:25 PM…And I am barely writing this blog. I still have to study for an upcoming full day of testing for the CAP-OM certification next month.

This has been my life for the past several weeks and I know I will look back on this fondly. I also know I will appreciate the additional 6 hours a week I will get back when it is all over.


Time is on my side – The Rolling Stones

I wish time were on my side right now. The hours seem to be passing at such a rapid speed. I want it all to slow down. Right. Now. I so wish I were a bit more focused when I study.


Being in the Moment

I have practiced this for years and right now I am struggling with my daily practice. When I am sitting in meditation, I find it taking more effort to still my mind. Oh and did I mention the hot flashes? Ha! For many years I struggled physically and was able to be still spiritually.  Today it is the exact opposite.



It has been a while since I have visited this notion.  The below items have been a wonderful reminder of how to attain said balance:

  • Mind Sweep is a concept taught by the people at Getting Things Done. It entails setting a timer for 5 minutes and in that five minutes, we write down everything that is taking up space in our minds. No need to prioritize during this time. Just get it all down on paper
  • Examine each item and sort them by what you can get done in 5 minutes or less, what will need to be set up as a project, what you need outside resources to complete, and items that can’t be done right away (we call this one someday/maybe.)
  • Set your Goals and Tasks accordingly
  • Reflect on past successes when you were last challenged with balancing life. Are any of those solutions a good reference point for some of your current challenges? Experience is golden – Use it!
  • Meet your negative self-talk head on. Don’t act like it doesn’t exist. When procrastination tells you tomorrow is another day, simply reply “Thank you for your suggestion, but I think I will get it done today”. And let it go with love and peace.
  • Be kind to yourself. You are doing the best you can.
  • IMG_0009Seek help from another person you trust to bounce off your concerns and frustrations. A good support system is needed by all.
  • Planning is great. Just remember to pray. Sometimes we forget to add God to our flow-charts and then we wonder where we went wrong.
  • Don’t take yourself too seriously. Easy Does it. Have some fun and enjoy the process!

Stay Blissful My Friends – E