Where Dreams are Born


“So come with me where dreams are born and time is never planned” -???

I don’t know where this quote is from, exactly (Peter Pan, or perhaps a Neverland inspired song…?), but I love it…

Enough to paint it on my headboard
in a 6ft tall display of art & literary beauty that I fall asleep under each night.

And, it is representative of another dream I have: my own, self-designed tiny home. I hope to use it as a door or some other piece in the home.

The home in which I will travel for a while, before finding my place to settle in this world. Going wherever God leads…

Here is where my dreams are born…
unfortunately, my time is planned.
And, funds are limited.

So, I need a way to fund those dreams, as dreams don’t actually run on “faith, trust, and pixie dust” (Peter Pan), as much as I wish they would.

This is why, I have returned to the Scentsy life. I love Scentsy, and I love the emotions and memories the scents bring up in my life.

I enjoy being a scent filled soul, and love sharing the business with others. Because, it’s an honest company, who loves their consultants & customers.

“For me, my sense of smell always brings up some amazing memories & good feelings. I love to surround myself with those smells that uplift me on a bad day, calm me on a stressful day, and inspire hope on dark days…” – my personal scent story

If you’re interested in knowing more, click the link above for my website, where you can read my full Scentsy story, see my favorite scents, and order some of your own.

Or, if you’re curious, you can check out my Scentsy/Tiny House inspo Twitter & Instagram, for tips, tricks, and Tiny House dreaming…(Tiny_Nephesh, which is “Tiny Soul” – blog soon to follow)

My dreams are big.
They require a lot of work,
but also a lot of art & wonder…

This is just the beginning. And, until I make them happen, I will enjoy my Single life, sleeping under my very own painted sky…

“Where dreams are born & time is never planned” -??

I Won’t Apologize for My Living Space

And, maybe you don’t need to either…

Let me explain:

I feel like homes are meant to be lived in fully & beautifully, and if you cover that up by cleaning every little thing every day, I feel like it may detract from the living that’s done there.

Now, I know we all choose to keep our spaces differently, and I get that…I also get that there is a point where mess tips the scale and becomes unsafe, utter chaos.

But, most of us don’t reside there, most of us reside in the world of a life well lived & a home well lived in.

As I type, the frying pan from last night’s dinner is still soaking in my sink, there are painting supplies on my table, and my reading nook is really the move-in catch all…

And, I won’t apologize for that.

I spent the day working, and the evening with my sisters and friends: there was laughter, there were inside jokes…there was the moment when I squealed at the baby elephant (I really love elephants)…

My home is for making memories. For living my beautifully messy life. And, I won’t apologize for it.

Are you a young, stay at home mom feeling guilty that you can’t keep everything clean? Or a working mom trying to balance everything? My guess is, you spent precious time with the kiddos. Don’t apologize for that. Those cheerios in the couch and the toys littering the floor? Those are your home’s battle scars, the beautiful sign of life within the walls of your home.

Are you a single (young or more mature) person, making your way in the world? Trying to create something lovely around you? Have the remnants of a hobby strewn about? Or the makings of a great party? It’s the tell-tale sign of life well lived.

The great thing, we have the choice, when we invite people in. We can apologize for our space, or welcome others in openly.

Yet, when we apologize, what are we saying:

I’m sorry for living…I’m sorry for having interests…I’m sorry for spending time making memories…I’m sorry for playing with my kids…I’m sorry for working hard, then allowing myself time to relax rather than clean…I’m sorry that my hobby takes up space…I’m sorry I can’t be perfect all the time…I’m sorry you have to see my mess…

At the root, may be fear of judgement, or a lack of trust. But, when we welcome others without apology, we say:

Welcome to my mess…Welcome to the reality of my world…Let me show you the beauty of my life…I trust you here in my mess…I have a beautiful, full life…I am comfortable with myself & with those I let in…We can have fun without fear…This is a place for relationships…

We get to choose how we decide to bring others in. With an invitation and smile, or with an apology & trepidation.

So, I won’t apologize for the mail pile on my counter, the still as yet to be unpacked boxes in my living room, or the laundry that hasn’t been put away…

I’ve been busy. Connecting with my clients, making big decisions about work, paying my bills, creating pieces of art for my new home, and spending glorious time with my family (as well as alone time).

And, I applaud you for your well lived life, too. You young (or more mature) single, making it all work. Or the moms/dads (both stay-at-home & working), letting their kids live & making the most of that time.

I hope you too can learn not to apologize for your living space.

Tuesday @ 10 post…this week, Choice.

Home is Where the Books Are

“The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease forever to be able to do it.” – JM Barrie ‘Peter Pan’

Well worn & loved

Well worn & loved


“A room without books is like a body without a soul” – Cicero

Since a young age, I have been drawn to the written word.

My mom has read to me since, I’m guessing, before I was even born. She taught me to read, and when I was little, we read together so often.

Except for a short time in elementary school, I have always loved reading: books, stories, poems.

I’m sure it’s where my love of writing began.

From my favorite children’s books (which, I obviously still own) to todays favorites, I am so comfortable around books.

As you can see in my stack there, my interests are varied. Starting with the foundation of God’s word, all the way to my own writing, and so much in between.

These books have moved with me everywhere. As a matter of fact, before my most recent move, I had to cull down my collection – and it hurt my heart.

You see, in those stacks of paper, bound and printed, I find many homes. They are some of my most favorite places to be captured & embraced.

I simply cannot open one up without being drawn in, and I enjoy my stay almost every time.

Wonderland, Neverland, Pemberley, Narnia, District 12, Secret Gardens, Whoville, Sleepy Hollow…

These are just a few of the places, the list goes on, including fictional accounts of modern places.

And, the non-fiction, religious works? It’s like sitting down to coffee with a new (or old) friend.

So, with a cup of something wonderful, a pair of comfy pants, and a place to be caught up for hours
Home is where the books are.


Comfy clothes and an old friend