My story, at its core, is the story of intuition
As a teenager living in a foreign country, ‘stranger’ was a concept I was all too familiar with. As a teenager living in Tromsø, Norway, coldness and darkness were equally familiar. It was here when the urge to paint began emerging. It was here, 3,403 miles from my now-home in Maine, that I first learned a valuable lesson: when you listen to your intuition, you can always find your light.
Since then, the same intuitive voice has led me all around the world, weaving through careers that connected me with others. While I continued painting into adulthood, for me, creativity and healing are always intertwined, and I’ve practiced this connection through my careers as a psychiatric nurse and yogi. I live to help others find the same intuitive clarity that I have found, guiding them through their own “Aha Moments.” Those are those moments when the lightbulb turns on and whatever was stuck becomes unstuck. A changed behavior, a changed mindset, a changed movement towards less pain and more joy.
But being a healer is draining work, and in the years of putting everyone else together, I’d fallen apart. I needed nature. I needed movement. I needed to heal myself.
When the pandemic began and the world went dark, I found that teenager again, returning to my own lightbulb moment. But this time, I pivoted to a new medium: abstract expressionism. The colors were bolder and brighter than ever before, and so was I.
Several years ago, my husband and I ventured out to build our dream home on the coast of Maine. With big, glorious windows and the water at my doorstep, I began to come home. Now, this home has become our playground; an outlet that allows us creative freedom in every way. On any given day you can find me walking my dogs in the Maine woods, sailing in Casco Bay, painting on the beach, swinging in my aerial hammock, and of course, painting in my beautiful home studio.
Despite the many pivots and turns my life has brought, I am most proud of what I have been able to model to my children. They’ve watched me work hard and achieve success in a career, only to then dismantle that identity and rearrange the pieces. Molding myself in my own colors, in shades that I chose. If the single mom from 15 years ago could see me now, she’d pinch herself, as I often do.
I hope you’ll join me as I continue pinching myself, giggling with bubbly laughter at the beautiful life I get to live, painted with colors from my very own paintbrush.