I'm on the road. A lot. Every day I ferry kids from one end of Nashville to the others, meet with clients, see friends, run errands. It crossed my mind one day that we are so fortunate that we have not been in any wrecks, though there have a been a few near misses. Then, it happened. The Moon and I were at a stand still, about 20 cars back  and a guy plowed right into us from behind. It was all slow-motion and a little unreal. Thankfully we were both okay, the car has minimal damage and as I had my foot on the brake, I didn't go into the car in front of me.

After checking to be sure Arwyn was okay, scared and shaken, but okay, and calling the non-emergency Police number, I got out to assess the damage. The man who hit us remained in his car. We pulled off the road into a parking lot and proceeded to wait (for 3 LONG HOT HOURS) for the Police to arrive. In the meantime, my husband came to check on us and took the little one home and I alternated between pacing and sitting in my air conditioned vehicle.

When the Police came and the other driver and I stood outside while the formalities were dealt with, we chatted and I knew there was something to pay attention to during this conversation. As a Cancer with Scorpio rising, I see the hidden that sometimes others don't or won't see and this was no different. The gentleman, in his 60's was overweight in ill-fitting clothing, in need of a hair cut, was in bad health and had been at the hospital getting his prescription filled (the VA was my guess), and seemed so sad and lonely. He was driving his mother's Mercury Marquis and told me about his brother who had died of Agent Orange and his father, a veteran who had fought in 3 wars. It had been 13 years since he lost his father and I am quite sure he still lives in his childhood home. No wedding ring. No mention of a wife or children. Soon, all was finished and we went on our way. I came home and we all swam in our neighbor's pool while chatting with them as I was quite sore and felt a salt-water dip would soothe my bones.

That night and the next day I pondered the events and knew this was a message from the Universe. I know nothing of the man other than what he shared. But, I believe I am an astute judge of character and can sometimes find as much in what is not shared in the story as what is. This man seemed to me to have a life not lived. He also seemed to be holding a grief that has gripped him as he lost his parents and sibling. It appeared he had no data on his phone and shared with me he spent a lot of time watching documentaries on You Tube. 

There have been days in the last year when I have won. I've gotten up and faced the Universe and gripped the bull by the horns and walked away at the end of the day a winner. There have been days when I have been worn down by grief and the weight of all of the things I need to do or places I need to go or feeling physically ill due to everything.  But, at the end of the day, or sometimes the next morning, I remember all I have accomplished and all I have overcome and the goodness around me and begin again.

I don't believe we only live once. But, I do believe we only live THIS life once. Make a good one. Do something good. Something amazing! It may be raising a family, it may be becoming a healer, it may be fame as a recording artist. It may be some of it all. Live life. Forge ahead and be your best. Life your best with no regrets. If you do not already embrace this, start today. It's never too late!

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I feel a little bad, I'll be honest. There are those times when I feel stressed and then very shortly that stress turns to immense gratitude (I'm serious about that) about my life. I've been given the opportunity + MADE the opportunity to be an entrepreneur and create my own reality. Then I remember this IS my life and I've created the stress as well as all of the good things that go along with it!

You are probably over me talking about our rough yet amazing year. Meaning from last March until really about now. Let me explain.

I have been a SAHM, a working mom (let's not argue over these terms) and have been a mompreneur now for a couple of years. This is most likely my most difficult gig as a mom. We (meaning my entire family) behave as if I am a stay at home mom and I schedule my work-time around the kid's schedules, my husband's schedules, last year around my dad's doctors appointments then later estate business. It's my family, then my clients, my volunteer work, dealing with our home issues (which have been immense). I have felt like a very large (emphasis on large) hamster on spinning wheel just rolling from one end of the city to the other and hoping that the wheel doesn't fall over. 

My husband reminds me constantly that I have control over my schedule. There are days when I say, "do I?" I mean, REALLY? The reality is, YES, I do have that control. And then, then there are the days like today. Today I am sitting at the car dealership working through my client to-do lists, fielding phone calls, working on course work from my Mastermind group, trying to get as much as I can completed so that I can go to the bank and the pet store then home for an hour of cleaning, followed by taking my son to the year end rowing banquet. What should have been a 2-hour appointment at the car dealership has turned into 4 due to not putting in the correct information about my car issue into their system. 

The good news, I've gotten a lot of work done. The bad news, my entire day is off. And, this is normal. That's the really bad news. That's my struggle. How do I keep each day from going off the rails?

This week is our first week of summer break. Our first full week. This week is filled with work and to-do's and playdates and dentist appointments. The rest of the summer looks a little more structured. Habits are important and that is what is on my mind and what I am working on for myself and my family this summer to allow my wheel to slow down and to prevent derailment.

My Mastermind work with Joanna Hunter is helping. I am creating a plan, a better plan I should say, plus my gratitude work that I have done on and off for years, but pulled together more thanks to my work with Elizabeth Purvis over at Goddess Business School! 

If you are a mompreneur, I'd love to hear from you hear or over at FB how you stay on track each day. What is your number 1 most important habit that keeps you on the rails? What is the number 1 thing that spins you off into the wild? Let's have it!!!!!

It's transformation Tuesday. I'm headed to get a lymphatic massage today. This year, I have been working hard to take care of myself. I feel amazingly lucky to be able to do some of the things I am doing and know that not everyone has this ability financially to experience this type of healing. What are other options? Take a walk, take an epsom salts and baking soda bath for about $3.00 (the cost of the salts and baking soda), lie in your bed with your eyes covered listening to meditation music on You Tube. Can we transform ourselves? For me, the answer is yes.

Last night I watched American Idol and one of the contestants had been hit by a car and was completely paralyzed from the waist down. After 18 months, he began to walk again. I have a friend with a similar experience. After being hit by a car then run over by the vehicle, he most likely should never walked out of the hospital. He did it and now skateboards and swims and is the single parent to two girls.

We can transform not only ourselves, but our businesses. We only have to have the courage and be open to hearing the message. I launched this business in October, 2015 and walking in my model was drag and drop websites for spiritual entrepreneurs - the visionaries, healers, psychics and teachers of the world. It has evolved into branding and social media, visioning and more! But, I could not let go my past of feng shui, organizing and space healing. I talk more about this in a recent post about hearing the call of my spirit. 

I have spent my entire life revisioning, improving, transforming myself and this business is not different. There are a lot of us out there who do not know what we want to be when we grow up and sure as hell are too afraid to put ourselves out there as our own brand! For many of us, we ease out by dipping our toes in the water with essential oils and other direct sale opportunities (I love these models, BTW, for the women who find success with them). But, for many of us, it simply isn't enough and doesn't feed our spirit or our call and we need to transform, to step out of fear, to listen to the silence in order to receive the message. (Speaking of stepping out of fear, I am rebooting my Step Out of Fear course later this month and I promise, you will not want to miss it.)

Yesterday, Stephen Hawking died. Talk about transformation. A genius who lost the ability to move his limbs and gifted us with some of the most transformative thinking in regards to the Universe of our time. I'll be honest, I know little about him, but what I do know is his transformation led to a legacy and I will sharing some of my favorite quotes from him this week via my Instagram and FB pages and right here on the blog.

So, transform sister. Transform, brother and LIVE.YOUR.BEST.LIFE.

The time for the solitary circle, the circle of one, to end. I've known for a very long time, but finding the right circle, the right group, has seemed like too much work. I've stepped into circle, attempted to create my own circles. Now, a circle is in front of me. Do I step in or do I watch from the periphery?

The first circle I attended was in 1997. I had prayed feverishly for 3 things that year. I didn't "goal set", which I do now. There was no vision board (you better believe that visioning is now a huge part of my life). But, there was certainly a singular focus and an understanding that year that if I did not do "something" that my life would NEVER be what it could be, what it was supposed to be.

So, I prayed and thought and visualized in my head for:

1. The love of my life
2. A great job to pull me out of the bonds of retail management
3. A connection to the Divine so real and powerful and would meet me spiritually in the deep primordial way that I so longed for.

Within 6 weeks in late summer/early fall of 1997, they all came to be. My BFF was part of a women's circle and I was invited to come to a weekend with a Shaman from New Zealand, which changed my life and opened a door to something that  (this is my ego talking), most people can only dream of - not because they cannot experience it - but because they won't. 

Those other two things. Yes, they happened as well. After meeting the Grandfather from NZ, I received a call from an old acquaintance that offered me a fantastic day job in property management AND I met the man I now call "husband". 1997 was a good year.

From that time until 2001, I stood in a circle, twice a week plus equinoxes and solstices with a group of men and women that worked together in earnest and in pursuit of the higher teachings that truly have been mysteries for thousands of years.  This was a magical time of my life - in both real and esoteric terms.

But, somewhere along the way, I shifted. I know when it happened. It came with pregnancy. No longer the maiden - stepping into the power of the mother - my eyes adjusted and my place as equal and as a carrier of a different knowledge grew, which made the facilitator of our circle not very happy. Truthfully, it was time. Spirit knew it was time. Discord grew among the circle and unhappiness with the ego of our dear friend who had been our homebase, our "leader" in a way for so long. In 2001, I left that group, not entirely knowing why, but knowing it was the right thing to do.

Over the next couple of years, I stepped in and out of other circles, trying to find a new spiritual home. It never happened. Maybe my fear of being hurt, my knowledge that I needed to focus on motherhood, I don't know. In 2016, I wrote a letter to her, my friend, my mentor, who taught me so much. The letter told her how grateful I was, I thanked her for opening her home and her life and sharing and teaching. A shift happened, as they do when you release.

In 2016, I went to a full moon retreat. I had been leading a small circle off and on at my home for a year or so, when women were interested in coming, but truthfully, this isn't my calling. Am I a teacher? Yes. Coach one and one? Yep. Hold the energy. Yes. Serve as mentor. Of course.  But, lead the group in that way. I'll leave it to others.  At the retreat, I wasn't going to learn or to even be among sisters. I went to get away, to see if I could reconnect with that part of myself and to see if I could stomach being in a group in this way again.

It was a beautiful weekend and I recharged myself in the way I needed. Now, here we are a year and a half later. My friend, the leader of the retreat, has formed a new sisterhood. A circle of women. I've watched this unfold the last few months as she has geared up to launch this new endeavor. The last few months have found me in great silence and listening for the calls of my soul as I heal from grief and embrace this middle life I have entered. I am listening to Spirit as she guides me forward. My business has changed. My direction has shifted slightly. And, she has told me that I need to be in a circle. No longer a solitary practitioner of her arts.

So, I signed up. It did it. Once in March, once in April. No anxieties. No second guessing. Just the call and answer.