NAMES FOR SALE! who do you want to be? $10 for the lot! Wow!! Purging my things has been an incredibly intense process... I am so confronted with my impact on this Earth as a single human being. I am feeling disgusted with how many things I've accumulated over the years, and with seeing how many of these things I've never used, or even needed for that matter. My desire to let go is resulting in a quickening... turning into a desperation to rid myself of the shackles of all of this stuff. As I let go, and release more of who I think I am and thought I was ... the more I feel like I'm loosing my mind. And while it feels like I'm going insane at times, and this terrifies me, I know that loosing my mind is exactly what I need to do. So maybe this fear is actually excitement, because I can't let go of all the deep running programs quick enough! Discovering more of my truth and getting to know my soul is probably the most exciting adventure of my life. I am letting go of my beautiful home, aka the LightHouse, a place where sunshine and sunsets fill the space, often with yellow beams... pinks and purples casting their glow on our walls. This home has been a healing sanctuary, not only for myself, but for every person who has walked through her doors. I am eternally greatfull for having been blessed with living in this incredible space for the last few years. I had a vision... that I needed to release my identity... to let go of all of the dreams that I've been holding onto, the some days and one days... the fantasies and the resistance. I release my identity as a fashion designer, a graphic designer, a photographer, a painter, a vintage clothing collector and a superfood hoarder! I release my identity as a counsellor, a good listener, a healer... because really, I can only heal my self... and so can you. So who am I with out all of the stuff? Without all of the titles and the names and the definitions? Who am I when I'm not receiving my reflection from you? When I'm not chameleoning myself into you? Or what happens when I become you? When we become I AM? If I hold on to my identity, how will I ever find out? ...... (at Beacon Hill Park)












