• my practice of enchantment •

Learning to nurture my self

My early imagination foundation was layered with books and education. We didn’t have a tv and the internet wasn’t a word I had ever heard. My days were filled with words and my imagination was born in fiction. I learned to journal as a young girl and loved it. I “connected” through letters, using words and charm I didn’t know how to use in person. Now, I favor personal presence, the flow of friendship up close.

My early emotional and familial foundation was layered with rules and religion. The belief system of “all or nothing” was laid early and not questioned. As a coping mechanism, I began to stuff and silence my creative expression and curiosity. I saw life and people through the lens of sin which caused me to freeze in fear, sure every move could lead to hell.

In my 20s and 30s, other views found me, in books, classes, travel and meeting new people. The ease with which I understood and communicated with this new information surprised me but I kept going. The early foundation cracked. . .I began to thaw. . .the gift of reading more than words became clear to me.

Letting go of “all or nothing” limitations and allowing my love of variety to expand led me here. As a child, I wanted to be a 4th grade teacher, an architect, an interior designer, an actress, a president; boiled down, I wanted to be a leader and creator with structure.