My Sacred Space

I’m currently in the “middle of nowhere” and I have been here for almost two weeks. I choose not to identify my location for a good reason. I took a mini vacation to Santa Barbara at the end of May. In the two days I was gone, several phone calls and text messages interrupted the peace. Each call…

My Grown Up Christmas Wish

Why am I writing? Should I continue to blog? Does my writing matter? I have been blogging a little over two years and this fall I started to question my blogging. I started blogging to get comfortable (being uncomfortable) with complete vulnerability. Through this process  I realized I love to write and want to pursue a career as a…

Mindful Monday #95 – Forget What is Gone

My life has been a roller coaster. This year has been inconsistent and I haven’t had time  to fully digest my experiences. In my voice class yesterday, my practice started with a free write. Through writing, I realized that I am tired of letting go. Since I chose to face my fears a year ago,…

Called to Rest

I’m sitting in a Starbucks in the southwest as I write. Life is simpler, easier. Miles away are the busy, crowded streets of Los Angeles. I am home. I have fond memories here and I come back often to see my family and friends. I am here to center myself and gain clarity for my next…

NaBloPoMo

NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month) starts tomorrow. This past Wednesday, I found out that this event exists and I have never heard of it before. I already wanted to focus the month on writing daily, so coming across this event felt serendipitous. November will be a big month for me for writing with this challenge,…

A Note to the Readers

December 6th marks the 1 year anniversary of “The Illuminated Voice.”  For those of you who have subscribed, read weekly or are reading for the first time, thank you.  Thank you.  Thank you.  This blog was created for one goal, to write weekly.  I felt I lost my creativity somewhere in college and in 2013…

Mindful Monday #34 – The Next Chapter

It was my Birthday yesterday.  The weeks that lead up to my birthday I was unsure how to celebrate and spend my day.  My spiritual friend told me that she believes the way you spend your birthday sets the tone for how you start your next personal year.  With that in mind, I chose to…

A Life All It’s Own – Month of Writing – Reflection

“I feel old.” I told my friend as we caught up at his restaurant.  “Not old, but mature. And I feel worn down too.  ” I went back to my hometown in May with the hope that I would write the rest of my solo show (The Unimaginable).  The writing I planned did not happen,…

Say What You Need to Say

I am a writing advisor for a national writing program that is starting a new chapter in Arizona.  This program is one of the reasons why I choose to stay in AZ for a few more weeks (which extended my month of writing). I had no intention to be an advisor for this program.  I…

Grounded – My Month of Writing

This month of writing is taking on a life of it’s own.  I found myself in conversations with authors, a mentor from college, my friend the fiction writer, my friend the spiritual intuitive, my friend the psychologist and my friend the yogi.  If last week was about healing (Heal First, Write Second – My Month…

How to Get a Grip on Your Life

I decided to focus my life on balance last year.  I sought to balance my mind, body and soul and yoga naturally seemed to fit into those goals.  I wanted to study yoga for years until that point, and now I am a year into my yoga practice and prefer restorative yoga, which uses props…

Mindful Monday #14 – Friendship

My first full week home was beyond my expectations.  After having trouble writing (Heal First, Write Second – My Month of Writing), the week focused on rest and friends.  As someone who was betrayed (Out with the Mold) in early adulthood, I have since paid close attention to the people I let into my life…

Mindful Monday #13 – Writing

Happy Monday.  Today I start my first day of writing the third part of my solo show.  I am tempted to start with a fresh new draft, but I fear that it maybe fear that came up with that idea.  In preparing for my day and month of writing, I wanted to start this week…

The Unimaginable

I have been silent for a good part of my life. I was made fun as a girl and I never defended myself. I learned to be stoic to hide what I was feeling (Un-Masked). Kindness was my defense and as a result the teasing stopped. Having trouble with reading and writing added to my…