Writing Every Day Down

Kindness Rocks

In a world where you can be anything, be kind.

I’m not sure I can be “anything” but I do know that I can be kind. Yes, people are hurting and so they bleed on others who didn’t cut them. Yes, people are in a hurry and push and shove and try to keep up, fall down messily and blame others. Yes, people react out of their pain and swim in the deep end of victim mentality.

It’s a damn lot, this being human journey.

I get it. Being kind is not always the easiest action… but it’s always, always the highest vibration. Love is always the answer, whatever the question.

Two young souls – college grads – have been offering me so much time and guidance regarding setting up YouTube channels, creating videos, making the visual and audio professional, writing out all sorts of directions (because the learning curve is steep for this nearly 60-year-old non-tech blogger.)

And while I appreciate their time, their professional know-how, and their encouragement… I am most thankful for their kindness. If I asked once, I asked ten times and never did either roll an eye or huff-n-puff. Smiling, they found a different way to say the same thing and got out the pad of paper to write it all down for me.

Not only that, but they took the time to really listen to what we were recording… and to offer — oh this is risky! — to suggest that I do a retake because, while it was articulate and polished, it also wasn’t genuine.

Them: uhm, sounds like it was a script

Me: well, it was

Them: let’s go for a walk, bare feet in the grass, and just breathe

Me: okaaaaayyy….

Them: because we know you and we adore you and we want the most authentic you to shine through

Me: so, how should I do that?

Them: tell your story… not from your mind but from your heart

Walk done, shoes back on, butt in the chair, camera rolling… and in one sloppy take, I poured forth my story. It was messy and incomplete and a bit rambly. But it was ME.

Being on the receiving end of such bountiful kindness is the best thing ever. EVER. Their kindness allowed me to receive their critique and trust their gentle coaxing to a very vulnerable place. Deep within. With the camera rolling.

Kindness really is a super power. And I personally know two super-heroes… Luke and Alex, big hugs and I love you thiiiiiiiiiiiis much.

If today you find yourself on the giving end of kindness, thank you thank you thank you. Your actions are raising the vibration of the world and is making all the difference. If you find yourself on the receiving end of kindness, me too… how blessed are we, right? ❤ … and here’s a hug.

Edge-y, joyful, pondering…

Lisa

EnergieGal Holistic Wellness

Sound Therapist & Mind-Body Coach

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This Is A Killer

Comparison is the killer of joy.

I was at the pool today, enjoying every moment of my freestyle crawling, the deep breathing, the refreshing waters, that feeling that I am weightless… and then this happened: I took my eyes off my own lane.

I began to compare. Compare myself with the swimmer in the next lane.

I noticed that she was faster than me… and I felt upset, began to berate myself. “Slow-poke! Wind those arms around faster!” It didn’t help. I just could not catch up with her.

My head underwater, I saw more clearly the situation. She was wearing flippers which assisted her pace greatly.

I silently thanked my fellow swimmer for showing up, for speeding along and allowing me to see what’s going on in my heart: insecurity, fear, comparison.

Sigh.

It’s a damn lot, this healing journey.

I am currently owning my “killer of joy” comparing and realizing that there is yet a part of me that is in need of compassion, a hug, and deeper recalibration. Love is missing here, in this little fearful spot within, and I’m spending precious time today loving that Me right into Confidence-n-Peace.

The fastest way to kill something special is to compare it to something else.

We are programmed by religion, our parents, school, gyms, social media, the clothing industry and niggled on by society to keep up with the Joneses, to perform better than the one next door, to always be achieving, trying, pushing, pulling, making it happen. It’s a bunch of bull shit and I’m calling it what it is: competition meant to keep us feeling insecure and inadequate, separated and self-shaming.

To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.
R. W. Emerson

And I am at the end of the lane with it… from now on, God help me, I will enjoy and be thankful for my lot and hope everyone else in the pool is too.

The truth is THERE IS NO OTHER. I am you; you are me. We are One.

What the heck is there to compare, then? It’s like the fourth rib on the right comparing itself to the left knee cap. It’s ridiculous! We need both and each serves a different and vital capacity. Rib and KneeCap, please see how unique and essential you both are, understand that you are part of the same body, take a deep breath and hug. Let’s all get along… let’s rejoice in each other! ❤

The flower doesn’t think to compare itself to the flower next to it. It just blooms.
Zen Shin

Lisa, LIsa, dear Soul, stop comparing. Stop killing your joy.

Life is the most difficult exam. Many people fail because they try to copy others, not realizing that everyone has a different question on their paper.

This is a biggie for me, to not just know in theory that I am good enough but to feel it, to embody that frequency of adequate-bordering-on-greatness-just-like-everyone-else… it’s deep waters for sure.

Luckily, I like to swim.

If today you find yourself lacking joy, is it possible that you too have been comparing yourself to others on social media, a previous version of yourself, or trying to be good enough for God, mate, friends, children, the swimmer in the next lane? Yeah, me too… I see you and I really do understand. Together, let’s wish the best for each other, for ourselves, for the Collective and the world… and here’s a hug.

Edge-y, joyful, pondering…

Lisa

EnergieGal Holistic Wellness

Sound Therapist & Mind-Body Coach

WHO ARE YOU?

YOU ARE NOT A VICTIM.

No matter what you have been through, you are still here. You may have been challenged, hurt, betrayed, beaten, and discouraged, but nothing has defeated you. You are still here!
S. Maraboli

Whenever I feel bullied, I remember that there must be a victim if there’s a bully. That makes me the victim… and that has not been resonating within me lately. I don’t feel like a victim. Not anymore.

I do have a story of childhood abuse… but that doesn’t have to follow me into today, and I don’t have to identify as a victimized soul. I have another choice. I see that now.

How am I victorious? I AM STILL HERE. I am still standing, albeit some days wobbly and feeling beat up. Then I remember who I am – a spark of God, Divine, Source, Creator, Love – and I plant my feet more firmly and straighten my crown.

You have been delayed but not denied. You are not a victim. You are a victor. You have a history of victory.

Whenever I start to feel bullied, unseen, unheard, misunderstood… I speak aloud to myself, “WarriorQueen, you have risen to the top! You have raised FiveBeautifulSouls the best you could! You have created a whole new story around your relationship with your body! You no longer starve yourself or weight yourself every single damn day! You no longer hide! You no longer crave the attention and affirmation of ‘out there’ because you see yourself, you hear yourself, you understand yourself… Dear Soul, you love yourself! You have forgiven yourself and others! You walk in power and joy! You are wise! You are complete and whole, healing and healed! Today is the best day you could have made it so smile, dance, hug yourself, and allow yourself to be here now in this precious moment. Stay wild!”

When you complain, you make yourself a victim. Leave the situation, change the situation, or accept it. All else is madness.
E. Tolle

This is, by far, the biggest experience I’ve had in this incarnation. Coming out of victim mentality has been the most liberating action I have taken this time around. To know this freedom, I had to know it’s paradox: prison. And it IS prison when you realize that it is YOU yourself who has been holding you back all this time.

Which is empowering, indeed… for then it is YOU yourself who can see that there are no chains, no bars, no prison walls, no keys, no magic words, no jailor. There is only YOU and what you remember about yourself.

No more blaming and shaming. Feel those deep feelings and move the energies. Self-care. Take ownership of your thoughts, your nutrition, your exercise, and how you spend your time and money. Start journaling, sitting under Tree, being quiet. Stop stopping yourself, dear Soul.

You are ROYALTY. Remember! And act like it.

Your move.

If today you find yourself defeated, complaining, sitting in the shallow end of self-pity, let me assure you that I know exactly where you are. Luckily, I also know the way out (which is through, by the way.) Get quiet and hear the Whisper, “now is the time… to heal.” Straighten your crown, dear One, and here’s a hug.

Edge-y, joyful, pondering…

Lisa

EnergieGal Holistic Wellness

Sound Therapist & Mind-Body Coach

Plan B, er C…

Plan B is to make Plan A happen.
Husband

So, yesterday’s post unpacked my goal to fast for 88 hours… and then, LIFE HAPPENED. Much as Husband leans into his mantra of making Plan A happen, I don’t. His approach has been useful on many occasions, no doubt.

We wouldn’t have FurButt if it wasn’t for Husband’s steadfast rulebook of stay-the-course. (That girl chewed up all my pillows and pooped ohmygod pooped everywhere… I was out of my mind, begging Husband to send her furry-butt-n-cute-ears back to the pound… which he wouldn’t… and now I’m thankful. That sweet face greets me every morning, though her deer-poop breath I could do without.)

Begin with the end in mind.
Stephen Covey

Because of Husband’s vision, I am able to be my more spontaneous self. He keeps me grounded, focused, and orderly. We’re two halves of a whole, complementing this journey together.

I wouldn’t have it any other way. ❤

We’re growing together, evolving from a stiff Plan B is Plan A… to introducing Plan C, which is BE HERE NOW.

Cosmic humor, especially about your own predicament, is an important part of your journey.
Ram Dass

FourthSon stopped by unexpectedly and requested my specialty (meatloaf and mashed potatoes, chocolate anything for dessert) to celebrate his 27th… on Sunday, when my fast would still be in full throttle and my tummy on holy-shit empty.

Plan C showed up… that whisper within, that little niggle that urged, “be here now.”

Delighted, I agreed. ❤

Sometimes you have to allow things to fall apart. Open hands, open heart, open mind. Open to the possibilities of what is trying to happen, the bud that is slightly unfolding, the people that God is gathering, the joy that is surfacing, the road less traveled that is beckoning. Oftentimes the best adventures are those unplanned.

Life is what happens to you while you’re making other plans.
John Lennon

While I am all for consistency and effort, goals and accountability, sometimes Plan B must be told to stand down, stop forcing Plan A into a corner and bullying it into forking over its lunch money. Compassion, dear Plan B.

My fast ended after 24 hours and, while I am a list maker extraordinaire and get my kicks from crossing shit off, I am peaceful regarding this choice to veer off the planned path. Life had something else in mind for me and I’m neck deep and splashing around in it, amen.

And, perhaps that 88-hour-turned-24-hour fast helped me to remember that “going with the flow”, allowing myself to change course, being open and curious is the highest vibe. Pushing-pulling-tugging-trying against all odds has its place, for sure, but so does taking each other’s hands and crossing the street less traveled.

Plan A and Plan B are cool fellows, but Plan C has been showing up to the party lately… beckoning us to journey “over there”, on that path overgrown with bushes and brambles.

My life is nowhere near where I thought it’d be… it’s been way riskier, much less safe and sane, predictable and controllable. Chock full to the rim with relationships, ponderings, vulnerability, authenticity, and deep, rich conversations… way more often trekked sans the plan-book.

And this has made all the difference…

If today you find yourself in a different place than you’d planned, hoped, dreamed… me too. We’re not alone on this less taken path, but I have to boast that we look might fine wearing FLEXIBILITY and OPENNESS, dear Soul… and here’s a hug.

Edge-y, joyful, pondering…

Lisa

EnergieGal Holistic Wellness

Sound Therapist & Mind-Body Coach

88 Hours

Periodic fasting can help clear the mind and strengthen the body and spirit.
Ezra Taft Benson

There’s a crazy cool eclipse happening this weekend and my whole being is excited for the energies. Coupled with reconnecting with Sister, I’m feeling pretty darn jazzed.

Sister: I’m doing a 3-day fast.

Me: I’ll join you.

I knew that my body was asking for a fast back in September but was hoping for a partner. I found her! Or she found me. Whichever, I anticipate a weekend filled with amazing skies and an empty belly, renewed mind and revitalized body.

Why 88 hours? Eight speaks to me of persevering through difficulties, success but not without a little struggle and work. Sure, I could have chosen 8 hours or 28 hours… but where’s the edge in that? 😉

Husband is aware of my plans and somewhat supportive. Eating is one of his most favorite to-do’s so not having me there with him in participation has him a little glum. But it’s only 88 hours.

I am currently 22 hours in and definitely feeling the drain. Having fasted before, I am aware that first it hurts and then it hurts a little more and then, ah finally THEN the “high” sets in: clarity of mind, grounding, joy, empowerment.

And having Sister to reach out to and to know that she is right beside me on this cleansing process is immensely helpful. It’s brought us closer already.

Sister: Why do we have to fast for God to hear our prayers?

Me: We don’t. We fast to hear God who speaks all the time.

Less distracted, more aware, open, tender, more introspective, curious, quiet. I can feel the house plants growing, sense the squirrels preparing for the long winter, hear FurButt breathing downstairs on the couch, smell the apples all the way in the kitchen… my body is coming alive, my soul awakening from a long night’s sleep.

Tummy just grumbled. Body speaks. I am listening, compassionate.

I feel slower, more deliberate.

I see myself as a pink rose, closed in a bud for the longest time, just beginning to stir, quivering a petal open, allowing time to bloom.

If today, you find yourself a little out of sorts, perhaps you might consider a short fast… and sit quietly, allowing yourself to BE, to receive, to slow down. I’ll be right there beside you, compassionate and courageous as we journey from bud to blossom… and here’s a hug.

Edge-y, joyful, pondering…

Lisa

EnergieGal Holistic Wellness

Sound Therapist & Mind-Body Coach

Swimming For Life

Swimming is a confusing sport, because sometimes you do it for fun, and other times you do it not to die. And when I’m swimming, sometimes I’m not sure which one it is.
Demetri Martin

I was thirteen before I learned how to swim. Gah, I was terrified of the water though you’d never know it now. I thoroughly enjoy the pool, the lake, the ocean, a creek, a pond, a hot tub.

Okay, so I’m not a fan of COLD water or even cool water, like our college pool boasts… but I’ve learned to accept it and even anticipate its visceral thrill to my body. (Visceral thrill sounds so much nicer than holy-fucking-shit-shock-to-my-body, doesn’t it?) 😉

Last winter, I did not make it to the college even once. It was a slog of a season for me emotionally, mentally, physically. In efforts to not repeat this, I’ve started swimming already, talking myself up and into a quick dip daily.

Yes, it’s chilly. Yes, it’s a challenge to get yourself to the pool. Yes. Take a deep breath, Soul, don that suit and get yer butt poolside NOW… and I love you.
Me to Me, right around noon most days

Habits and changes of mind DO happen. We know the brain has a neuroplasticity and can build new pathways, creating new thoughts, thus manifesting new experiences. Those first few weeks were work and effort and willpower, but lately there’s a flow to the practice, less physical agitation and mental fight, way more peace.

My body is now anticipating that “after” response, when the endorphins are awake and running around in my veins, causing such clarity, a quietness, a gentle calm. And this is a good thing because I have inherited both my dad’s big eyes and my mom’s big heart,.. and both of their struggle with depression and isolation-tendencies.

Swimming helps me wanna stay and participate in life. A short cool dip and my attitude is uplifted. There’ll be no drowning in the deep end of depression for me, thank you.

If today you find yourself out of sorts, maybe even depressed, it’s okay to find someone to talk with. This life isn’t meant to be trekked solo. I’m right here beside you… just beyond the buoys in the next lane… and here’s a hug.

Edge-y, joyful, pondering…

Lisa

Thought Leader & Spiritual Guide

EnergieGal Holistic Wellness

Podcast News!

EnergieGal Podcast – Transformational Conversations – is nearly up and running (again.) I’m so excited!

A couple of years ago, I had the idea to offer a podcast. I had NO clue as to what I was doing and didn’t really even listen to podcasts much. Even now, I rarely find myself out there on social media and, when I do, it’s a few YouTube channels.

Nonetheless, forward into podcast-land I ventured… and found it more challenging than I’d imagined. Thus, it’s been a minute (er, a year) since my last upload.

When I stopped, I was a bit relieved if I’m honest. No more hustling to find guests, no more paying a monthly host fee, no more editing, no more anxiety (I have terrible social media panic attacks.)

Which is why, when I sensed the trajectory of my path head in the way of podcast-land again, I balked. Aw, heck no. Hard no. NO.

No one is more surprised than me when I bravely asked a friend to share a mic and unpack some heart for my first-video-back-to-podcasting. He did. It was amazing, of course, because I love listening to people’s stories and sussing out the deetz… ❤

I’m in the process of searching for a free or very low priced platform… and I’m not worrying about trying to rustle up interviewees. Husband and I will share the mic ourselves if need be. It’s all good and I’m allowing it to unpack.

Life has its surprises and twists and turns, doesn’t it? Ya just gotta stay on the horse and let it carry you on your path. It knows the way. Enjoy the view. Do the work of staying, participating, being curious, courageous… SHOWING UP… and the Universe will do the rest.

How about you? In this season of life, do you find yourself on the horse and letting it carry you? Or are you in front of the horse, pulling-tugging-yanking it in the direction you deem best? Or is the horse dragging you?

And would you like to be a guest on my podcast and unpack some heart? Seriously, your story matters. Your story is OUR story. Your transformation is OUR transformation. We would be honored and jazzed to share the mic with you.

… and here’s a hug.

Edge-y, joyful, pondering…

Lisa

EnergieGal Holistic Wellness

Licensed Sound Therapist

Certified Mind-Body Coach

Celebrating BabySister

Happy 55th birthday to one of my favorite souls.

She is among the most intelligent, articulate, ambitious, and gorgeous souls I’ve ever met. Truly a stunning human being… and she’s mine!

They placed her in my lap when she was a day old. Only three years old myself, but I loved her already… and more and more as each day has unpacked. We’re knit together, karmically entwined, one flame/two souls, yin-yang, two halves of a whole…

She’s extraverted to my introverted; she’s business-minded to my blurred boundaries; she’s grounded to my dreaminess; she’s shake-things-up to my keep-things-the-same; she’s extravagant to my frugal.

We both care deeply, wound easily.

I’m learning to care about others without carrying their burden for them.
BabySister, quoting Joel

We both feel like we’re on a journey, neck-deep in life’s experiences, and thankful to the other for the company. For sure, this particular go-round has had big highs and even bigger lows. Grateful are we to have each other to cry to, hug, seek clarity from, be reminded of the Bigger Picture, and concur that a glass of Prosecco while snuggling on the couch is sometimes the best solution to the problem.

There were years when we spoke rarely. Different seasons of life kept us away from each other. I was raising children; she was building a career.

But when I needed her, she was there. During that scary time when Husband was in hospital for sepsis, she mailed money so I could take a week off work to be with him. Later, she mailed us plane tickets to a resort in SoCal, joining us to celebrate Husband’s survival. She rolled out the red carpet to us. We were the center of her attention as she drove us around in a convertible. Because living is hard some days but it can also be just so much fun.

She has this way of celebrating people and occasions, holding space in a way that ya believe that maybe you’re God (or at least royalty.) I know she makes me feel like I’m the most special soul on the whole earth. She holds space for my most introspective personality. “I don’t quite understand what you’re saying, but I am thankful to be here with you as you unpack your heart.” Yeah, she’s that groovy.

She listens the way I talk, all metaphors and similes, parables and quotes. 🙂

She’s funny; she’s curious; she’s honest. An excellent cook, a passionate mother to Augustine, and an avid reader… she’s a runner, great at tennis, loves to hike. She’s determined to suck the marrow of this life, enjoy, embrace, experience! And to bring you all right with her!!! 🙂

And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
Anais Nin

Like me, she’s on her journey in regards to the messiness of life and Love and relationships and trying to figure all this shit out. It’s a damn lot.

I’m not sure I whispered anything into her one-day-old ears as I cradled her all those years ago, but had I known the depths-widths-height of The Adventure called this-time-around, I may have pulled her tiny bundled body just a little closer and promised her… we make it. We survive. We thrive and evolve and laugh and cry. We get angry and then forgive. Some things never make sense but we move on anyway. And then grow not just in spite of it all but because of it all. And life is a masterpiece and tragic and wonderful.

And perhaps, dear BabySister, just perhaps… the best IS yet to come. (I love you. <3)

If today you find yourself nostalgic and grateful, me too. I think it’s a good look for us, I really do… enjoy. And here’s a hug.

Edge-y, joyful, pondering…

Lisa

EnergieGal Holistic Wellness

Licensed Sound Therapist

Certified Mind-Body Coach

Easy As Pie (uhm, kinda)

Expect to have hope rekindled. The dry seasons in life do not last. The spring rains will come again.
Sarah Ban Breathnach

Truth be known, it’s been rough. How’s it been for you? My dark night of the soul segued into a dark night of the spirit, thank you very much Higher Self for this punch in the face.

I really AM grateful… for this punch in the face… this wake-up, stand-down, stay-still season in my life. Which has lasted nearly four years. Yep, grateful. 😉

While hope dwindled, perhaps that’s okay. Maybe it’s normal and even darn acceptable to feel tired, confused, frustrated, even more introverted than usual, did I mention exhausted? It’s a reasonable response to a difficult period of time in life.

So, today I’m even more grateful than ever because… I have been feeling a smidge more alive, less achy. There has been some clarity, renewed desire, and I’m dreaming again. 🙂

And apples.

Mother-in-law dropped off a load of apples with which I have created three pies, one for tonight and two in the freezer. I had the desire to peel, core, slice, spice, and place all those beauties into pie plates and oven and ohmygod the house smells amaaaaaziiiiing.

Why do some-most-all of us walk through dark nights? Probably too soon to sit with that for me yet… but I do think that it’s part of the plan, the awakening, the journey of remembering who we are; it’s an integral experience that gives opportunity for some things to die and other things to live more loudly, vibrantly, boldly. The dark night strips us, right down to the nubs. Naked. Raw. Shaking. Shaken.

The purpose of the dark night of the soul is to make us bigger, feel more at home, expanded, stronger—and able to give more light to the world.
Yusim

More light to the world… hmmm… well, if this is the case for me, it’s been worth it. Because I love the world, I love humanity, I love nature and animals, I love our plan to forget who we are as Godness and then bump into each other and remember Ourselves way over here on Earth.

I’m still digesting this dark night. It’s a damn lot.

But today, there are apples. And pies. Explanations and plans, ponderings and dreams can wait while this Remembering Soul shines…. with a mouthful of fruit.

If today you find yourself wandering through your dark night of the soul or if your spirit feels a little off-kilter, I see you. I completely understand. Pie might help… and here’s a hug.

Edge-y, joyful, pondering…

Lisa

EnergieGal Holistic Wellness

Licensed Sound Therapist

Certified Mind-Body Coach

Bus Stop Art

Creativity takes courage.
Henri Matisse

A few years ago, Daughter was offered the job of a lifetime. No, it doesn’t make a ton of money nor does it carry with it a load of fame. But the people she has met, the friendships she has made, the expansion of soul from a myriad of off-the-beaten-path experiences has been priceless. Life-changing!

And I’m talking priceless and life-changing for ME, and likely her as well.

Springville Center for the Arts (SCA) is a rural multi-arts center established as a grassroots collaborative venture between a long-standing community theater group and a network of fine artists in 1998.

She is an integral part of this collaberation of artists, spearheaded by Seth (who I just refer to as TallManWhoAlwaysWearBlack.) His vision and passion melt together and create wild, risky space for artists and aficionados alike.

Daughter is the artist; I am the fan.

Among so many great works that we’ve been privileged to attend, bootleg.soiree with The Lowlies was one of the very best. (Full disclosure: I say that about every single gathering.) But it’s absolutely true. The passion and artistry, creativity and no-holds-barred, outside-of-the-box offerings are nothing short of genuis.

Priceless and life-changing!

Delevan, New York is a tiny place with a big energy. Last night, hundreds of us gathered to hear the band, peruse the old building which has housed Kendor Music since 1953, and appreciate the unique installations:

“vending machine” that offered art-by-order with cheekiness (one of my faves!)
“word play” – a make-your-own-sentence poetry via velcro
“table tree” with invitations to copy-by-box art
lanterns, light table, fibert art, peephole
“wheatpastes” in which you peeled an outer picture to reveal the picture underneath
“bus stop” (pictures above) which was super eerie but way cool

The coordination of the evening and the love and passion of every single volunteer was beyond Beyond. The vibes were so big, the fun so high, the cookies so yummy. 😉

There’s something magical, mystical that happens when we gather together… and more so when the camaraderie includes a community of artists sharing their creativity and passion. There is healing, connection, laughter, transformation that happens in the presence of such Love, Light, and Life as this.

Priceless and life-changing!

Public art is not an extra. It is a necessary part of a thriving community. Art IS community.

Thank you to Seth, Alisia, Max, The Lowlies, and all the many, many other helpers and visionaries here, there, and everywhere. You are courageous indeed.

All together, we are making life more interesting, buildings more beautiful, souls more alive, hearts afire; we are broadening horizons, spanning generations, crossing lines, opening eyes; we are losing ourselves in artistry and finding ourselves in each other; we are creating a kinder world.

Priceless and life-changing!

If today, you find yourself out of sorts, consider going to a museum, a concert, reading a book, buying a paint-by-number kit, dancing, or getting out your high school instrument and seeing what you remember… in a world where the logical mind is lauded, let us allow the creative mind to come on out and play… and here’s a hug.

Edge-y, joyful, pondering…

Lisa

EnergieGal Holistic Wellness

Licensed Sound Therapist

Certified Mind-Body Coach