Red Boots

Sometimes I take a photo for work and I think... really, that is about my life. Me, standing in snow, outside, on purpose, in winter. Giggling and enjoying what I'm doing. I'm draped in Alpaca on the top (you can't see that bit) and wishing I was out walking instead of working. If you’ve known me a while, you see the personal growth in that statement. I am not, as I have been.


Although, at work, I see people. And I Love People. I get to be one on one with them in that space, sharing a life moment. It amazes me how we are woven into the fabric of each other's existence. We teach, we learn, we bask, in the present, in presence, and be together. No one remains a stranger if you invite them in. Some people are back door, no knocking friends instantly. Some you aren't sure you would let past the front porch. Some reveal more to you about yourself than they do about themselves. Some are sharp and prickly like a cactus, and others have the cushy sweetness of marshmallow. But ALL of them consist of Love. There's a beautiful layer of it under whatever crust they present you with. Some are buried in layers of self protection, still in survival mode out of necessity. Others have had the experience of the deliberate renovation of healing from trauma and they live in a sunroom by comparison, letting light in and reflecting it back.


From time to time, I feel as though I must have a “tell me your life story” sign on my forehead, because people do. I am becoming increasingly comfortable with my particular strand in the fabric of the universe. I am rarely surprised by a story. Pain is written on faces. Joy is written on faces. Resignation, Hope, Defence, Fear. And as I listen, I watch those faces become settled, peaceful. It is beautiful what happens to the body of a person who feels heard and seen, even for a moment.


My boots were designed to protect my feet from the elements of cold and wet. But they were made to take me where I am needed, both for my inward journey, and my outward one. I belong in these boots. And I belong in this world, in this universe, perfectly placed in the One in which we all are. I am woven in to the spiritual fabric of the collective consciousness, without flaw. Isn’t that beautiful?


New Release for the Christmas Season

Sometimes it takes a while for a song to solidify. Quite possibly it takes a while for the writer to mature to a point where she truly has a grasp on what it is she has written. Anna's Song is such a piece for me. The haunting melody contrasted with the realization that the Messiah, the Long Awaited One, has come, and humanity no longer waits for rescue because it has been revealed that the path of peace is within provides a moment of both celebration and reflection. Listen, enjoy, and take it with you when you go, along with the hope for the most beautiful of seasons. 

Melissa and the Reckless Valentines

Very good things happen when a band gets together... Meet my Reckless Valentines. Follow me here or on Facebook to find out where we are playing next. Or book us for your next event... Ryan Harbidge, Orlando Agostino, and Sean Tyler Foley have made it so easy to play well with others. 

What's on the Go?

Today on my doorstep there was a box. Not just any box, though it was the first of it's kind to arrive here... in it was something lovely, something I ache to share with you... 

If you are like me, and prefer the hard copy with it's evidences... there you are, I suppose I'd let one go your way!


Dr. Seuss wrote a book called “Great Day For UP!” In it, all the creatures and the people are challenged to join the day “…the sun gets up, so up with you! up ear number one, ear number two…” and yet, the narrator of the story is abed at the end of the book “…til every person, pig and pup, is up…” he says, “except for me, please go away, no up, I’m sleeping in today.” 

It is so easy to forget that we are called to join the dance, that we get up with the Son, and that while there is freedom to say no to the ever present flow of life around us, the joy is in becoming a willing participant, freely without worry, resting in the Source of the flow to safely carry us.

Life is never the doing, it is the being. But a lot gets done. And, One, must choose to get up.