Wow. Is it really true? I haven’t written a word here on this site for one whole year.
1-11-2018. One year ago today. Well, I cannot, will not let 1-11-19 pass without writing. The magic of this day revealed itself to me four years ago. You can read about it here if you’d like.
And so I honor it by putting my fingers back on the keys. Because a message from beyond is a treasure not to be ignored.
When The Voice talks, I listen and do my best to honor it.
I wish I could report that my book “Pink is Everything!” is humming along but it came to a screeching halt months ago.
I think I need more Pink balloons floating on my ceiling.
2018 was rough. It forced me to dig deep, uncovering old uncomfortable truths and wounds. I cycled through joy and sorrow and even anger, an emotion that doesn’t visit me often but maybe is buried so deeply I don’t even know it’s there.
After a few months of riding this wave, I checked in with my astrology-minded friend who took a look at my chart and remarked: “Barbara, if I didn’t know you better, I’d worry you were going to jump off a bridge.”