For some of you, you may be thinking that I'm talking about a shot of bourbon. As much as I believe that this too serves its purpose, the courage I'm referring to here is the kind that comes from deep down in your belly. The kind of courage required to handle life's valleys, the really deep dark ones. I have the pleasure of knowing so many beautiful souls in my life and as a result, engaging in many meaningful heart-to-heart conversations - if you haven't guessed it yet I do so love to get really real with people. And what I'm hyper aware of at this time is that real conflicts and real shadows are migrating to the surface of the lives of most of the people I know. Maybe this is what the Maya
This may seem like a loaded, never-ending topic. Yes I agree. I'm engaging in an inner dialogue today on this very subject, as I reflect on recent conversations I've had and how easily we can hurt one another with our words. I have the privilege of living in an intentional community and of leading women through empowerment programs, all of which put me in situations of intense vulnerability and honesty. I know first-hand of the power of words. And I see over and over again how we can destroy one another and tear the very fabric that unites us with the way in which we choose to communicate. Women in general are especially skilled at both building and tearing apart the fragile field that weave
