This is my story.
10s: I was a sensitive kid. I didn’t like crowds or fireworks. I could feel everyone else’s emotions. Sometimes I could hear their thoughts. Once, my whole class went to the haunted house at the high school but I stayed behind and waited for them to return because I couldn’t imagine allowing myself to be scared on purpose. I wrote books and stapled-together notebook paper. I tried my best to rescue the injured animals I found. On summer nights, I stood out in the front yard with my dad and searched the starry sky for UFOs.
20s: With my degree in studio art and a burning desire for something I could not name, I moved to New York City on an icy Thanksgiving weekend. I stayed there for nearly a decade, searching. While I loved the tiny white lights in West Village shop windows in the winter, and the autumn leaves that swirled on Brooklyn streets, the crush of people was too much for me. I grew more and more depressed and disenchanted. I stopped making art. I learned to pray the rosary. I scoured used book stores for the hidden wisdom of Mary Magdalene. I wished for divine guidance.
30s: Having earned an MFA in fiction writing, I moved back to Kentucky. I started dating a man I’d known since high school. I painted every room of my little house a different color. I found the right teacher for me and learned Reiki. I learned about angels, too. I learned that my sensitivity was actually a gift. I learned to trust my intuition. Tracy and I moved into a four square house in a downtown neighborhood. We became the caregivers of two sweet pugs. We became aunt and uncle to three extraordinary nieces.
40s: One January morning, I signed up for a painting class. At first, standing in front of a canvas after such long absence brought up painful emotions for me - frustration, anger, sadness. I painted through the emotion and it opened up a doorway. It opened up my heart. I found my voice. At the same time, I returned to the Episcopal Church. I was called there, and much to my surprise, I found a spiritual home. It turns out that along with being wild and devoted, my heart is liturgical.
Now: I create paintings, infused with prayer and intention and healing energy.
I write love stories, both fiction and nonfiction.
I lead retreats and workshops.
I believe the purpose of this life is to journey, with one another, into the heartbeat of God.
I seek to be the person I was created to be, and I love walking with you as you become who you were created to be.
I find that the more I allow creative energy to move through me, engage in meditation and contemplative prayer, take care of my energy body, and move love through my heart…the more harmonious my life becomes.
I love sharing this life with you.
You can see my work an educational experience here.
You can see my recent artwork here.
I send a Love Letter now and then.
If you think you might want to work with me, but you're not sure, let's talk.
If you're interested in hosting a retreat or workshop or have questions about a prayer painting- please drop me a line.
Unless otherwise marked, most paintings are for sale and can be delivered in the Lexington area, or shipped in the U.S.
If a painting speaks to you - I want you to have it.
I look forward to hearing from you.