Standing on the Edge

Standing on the edge (literally and figuratively) has never been something I enjoy doing or am comfortable with, but it’s somewhere you will find me often. At the edge of our fears is where the growth can really happen.

Here I am at the edge of a cliff in Ireland, freshly eloped, broke AF, trusting madly in the power of Love, facing my greatest fears, taking risks to bare the most intimate parts of my soul, and feeling love move through me more powerfully than I ever have before. It’s very much intense and beautiful like this wild landscape and fiercely powerful like the wild Atlantic winter wind that penetrates your core no matter how many layers you wear.

This Irish adventure is stripping me down and laying me bare. With nothing to hide there is nothing to lose and only room for love.