It’s All Good in the Hood

by Mimi on June 2, 2015

Mr Rogers All Good copy


Picking Wild Blueberries (Oregon Tales)

Chapter 2 – It’s All Good in the Hood


Hi everyone…

Mt Hood from Westside TrailYour modern day pioneer woman is at last here in Oregon just beginning to live her blueberry dreams! (please join me in my BIG grin) I’ve landed safe and sound in Hood River and can’t resist saying, “It’s all good in the hood!” (please forgive the pun) and everyday it seems to get “gooder”!

While I never thought I would be quoting Mr. Rogers (or knew he coined this phrase), it seems weirdly appropriate as his hallmarks of authenticity, sincerity and friendliness seem to be the way things roll around here. Perhaps it’s the small town vibe; perhaps it’s the ease and contentment that emanates from the land all around; perhaps this is just where I’m meant to be right now; I’m not sure…but I sure like it!!

Today, Friday, May 27th, marks my three-week anniversary here and I can hardly believe it especially as I spent April questioning whether it would ever happen. But when the train finally arrived in the station, without further ado (since everything was long ago prepped and ready), I left soon thereafter.

After some mother/daughter tears (good byes always get me!), my grin returned and I gaily pulled out of the driveway feeling very gypsy with my car filled to the max with dog, cat, plants, computer, last minute flotsam and jetsam and pillows in case I had to sleep on the floor when I got here. Fight Song by Rachel Platten happened to be cranking on the radio, the clock read 11:55 (#’s meaning: your thoughts and ideas are bringing about much needed changes in your life) and I immediately began to feel a distinct lightening of my own energy, let alone the energy around me.

FIVE AMERICAN WHITE PELICANSWhen five (number of change) white pelicans did a grand flyover a few miles later I was stoked. Even though I couldn’t remember their shamanic symbology in the moment, I have always loved their magic and knew their salute had some personal significance. But I soon forgot about them when I slammed into Noah’s epic rain event (the one which continues today) and it followed me (literally) all the way till the Oregon border, when the sun miraculously came out and lit the rest of the way to Hood River.

In short, until then, in spite of my happy heart, it was a grueling trip as I often drove blind trying to stay alive in the backwash of all the long haulers, not something I recommend or choose to repeat! Needless to say, I had lots of time to ponder if the Universe was trying to tell me something like, “Turn back you fool, why do you think you get to live your dreams?” but when the skies cleared as I entered eastern Oregon, I had no doubt I was being welcomed home. It was then that I received the pelicans’ message. Their gift was to stay buoyant through the deluge as it represented a final purge of all that could weigh me down in my new life. Deep sigh!

My NestSo I drove across Oregon feeling like one does after a cleanse, but since I had been in no mood to miss the train when it finally showed up, I had essentially rented my new home sight unseen (except for the fastest and choppiest FaceTime on record when my son buzzed through it for me and gave me a thumb’s up). As a result, I drove up to it with not a little anxiety about what I might have gotten myself into. But, since I am committed to living in trust and creating my new life accordingly, I was more than pleasantly surprised by the five (here’s that number again) stately pine trees (symbolism: birth, abundance, health, good fortune, fertility and love) that surround and guard it (it’s truly like living in a tree house) and the condo itself is “just right” as Goldilocks would say. Yup, I think the grin may be permanent!

The movers actually beat me here and anxious to get to their next destination started to unload within an hour of my own arrival so I fell into my own bed (with  those pillows) that first night a very happy and grateful camper. And it’s been kind of like that ever since…Synchronicities keep showing up when least expected and of course just when I need them and while I had a totally bizarre interlude as a total klutz (which I can only figure was some crazy unraveling of old stuck energy) while I was in the midst of unpacking and really getting grounded here, it has all been seamless.

The trails here run the gamut of experiences so I feel like I died and went to heaven everyday as I hop onto one to discover its treasures. You can go from wildflower meadow to mountain in a nano second, from creek to rapids before you know it, from heavy forest and single-track trails to the ridgeline with views of forever without too much panting. Today I saw Mt. Hood, Mt. Adams and Mt. Rainier all in the span of an hour. Coolio! To my delirious delight and surprise, Cottonwoods (associated with: spiritual growth, awakening, truth & blessings) grow here in Oregon as well, and as I have long held them as family, my bliss is truly complete.

Higher MeemaTalking about family, one of the biggest unexpected bonuses of my new place is that it’s all of three blocks from Emme, my heart of hearts grandbaby. I get to see her quite often and have loved being here for her first steps (just this week), teaching her to blow kisses, and mealtime which is more accurately described as a food bath! She’s a full speed ahead, exuberant, loaded and ready for life, girly girl who I am clearly besotted with…can you tell?

So while I miss all of you (and think about you often), the truth is I don’t miss being there as this truly feels like home. I know I have only just begun to sink my energy in but already there is a familiar resonance that tells me I’ve lived this land before and I’m looking forward to seeing where that leads.

Blessings and love to all…I hope all is good in your hood as well.

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Waiting At The Station

by Mimi on April 21, 2015


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Picking Wild Blueberries (Oregon Tales)

Chapter One – Waiting at the Station


blueberries5Once upon a time, when I was very young, I dreamt of Oregon. I can’t remember why exactly but when I try to dial back the cobwebby years, all my mind’s eye can see is the rugged Oregon coast, picking wild blueberries, sunlight filtering through feathered pines, and lush greenery embellished by stories of Lewis and Clark, Sacagawea and a compelling desire to live there amidst all that raw power and explorer energy.

As I grew up, that urge was seemingly pre-empted by my soul’s need for sunshine, Oregon’s reputation for excessive rain and not a little California dreamin’ which ultimately won out in my mid fifties.  But having finally traversed many mountains to sink my toes in the SoCal sand where my father grew up seemed to satisfy many indefinable hungers, so after a few years I happily returned to Colorado thinking I was done with my tidal urges. Not so much apparently!

Oddly enough though, when my son moved to Portland some years ago, I wasn’t even mildly interested in exploring his new home. I was (am) living in the ultimate sunshine state (from my perspective), away from humidity, mold, damp and gray skies, and the mountains had somehow convinced me that this was where I belonged. But a couple of years ago, they began to ease their spell and I began to realize I was complete here and change was coming.

Even though I’m pretty at ease with change, this revelation was a bit startling at first.  But, the more I allowed it to settle in, the more I became clearly aware that it was an inner call to a life that I had been preparing for while sequestered here in the Rockies, and it was time to live it. Of course I had no real idea what that life was or where it was to begin, so I decided to keep silent (lest the world confirm I was as cray-cray as I was feeling) and sat back, letting the Universe set the course.

Eventually the stars magically aligned making the way abundantly clear. By way of a small baby girl and a profound spiritual awakening in Hawaii, the compass needle pointed directly at the Columbia River Gorge in Oregon, a lush cradle of nature, rife with rivers, waterfalls, lakes and rain! Without skipping a beat, my heart shouted yes! And here I am six months later, bags packed, seasoned traveler of life’s many unexpected trails, standing on the station platform waiting for the train to take me to my new destination.

But where is it? It’s been three weeks since my original departure date and still no train (meaning I haven’t found a place to live yet and can’t leave until I do)! And, as you might well imagine it’s been quite the challenge to stay calm and trust this decision and myself. Further, not to look at my watch impatiently and wonder at the delay…or worse… question whether it’s coming at all has been torture!

watching-the-clockSo, being human, of course I caved and looked at my watch. And we all know what that means! I had opened the door wide for every possible insecurity and fear to drop in which they did…all at once! Talk about a buzz kill! NOT the sort of bon voyage I thought I wanted, but as it turns out, just what I needed.

All the times in my life when I’ve joked (Note to self: don’t just be careful about what you ask for, be careful what you joke about too) about being all dressed up with nowhere to go, missing the boat when it finally comes in or being stood up at the altar took turns in the spotlight of my very active imagination. But, while they scared me, I decided to look at them as positive messengers instead of oracles of doom and began to explore this very old and archetypal story line.

And what I found wasn’t what you might expect, nor was it something to hide from. Yes, there were the usual suspects:  old abandonment issues, fears of failure and of happiness, “dreams come true” are only for others and of course the blah, blah, blah’s (others’ negative chatter), which in the process of learning to love myself I’ve finally come to ignore.

But I didn’t ignore the forlorn, disenfranchised, underpowered, seemingly small parts of me that were clinging to an all too familiar ledge. Instead, I loved on them deeply, like never before, freeing myself from the last disabling vestiges of the past. And, as I did, I got an even bigger message, which is: “This precious time is for you to breathe your new life into being. You need to see yourself off on this burgeoning new life’s voyage, which you’ve forged out of the light you discovered in the darkness of the old.” Now they had my attention!!!

This isn’t just any old trip and this isn’t a round trip. This isn’t a vacation, a spa week, R&R, a meditation retreat or part of my bucket list. This is my decision to begin a whole new life (as averse to a new chapter) born out of the completion of my old life. This is my chance to live everything I’ve learned and everything I’ve dreamed. This is my chance to live from the inside out, to shine without shame. This is my biggest dream finally coming true because now I love myself enough to live it.  Colorado has been my womb and Oregon is my garden.

Up until now, many have believed in lives of quiet desperation and that it is only through death (predominantly the literal kind) that one can start anew with the possibility of doing it all differently. But, even though, this living death that I am experiencing is not for the faint of heart, it is available to all of us now. This kind of death is dying to your past, to quiet desperation and other limiting beliefs, to old programming, to all that is inauthentic to who you really are and to every illusion of separateness. In this death the victim we thought we were dies, and the creator we are is revealed.

happy-danceSo while standing here on the platform for three weeks has sometimes been uncomfortable, it’s also been perfect. It’s given me the time to really allow myself to be present for my death and my birth, to really feel and celebrate them instead of just going through the motions.  Until these three weeks I have been focused solely on the minutia of moving, not on the magic. I have been graced by the presence of so many who have lovingly come to see me off but I’ve been missing out, forgetting to live by intention rather than default. So instead of catapulting into my new life, distracted and exhausted, I realized it’s time to pause and do my happy dance and let that carry me.

I need to be and feel as happy for myself as everyone else is! I need to OWN my new life and my PLACE in it! I need to FEEL my creation without apology and allow myself to LIVE it! I need to let it breathe, to realize itself through ME!

I need to acknowledge my new life is me and I AM it. It is my heart’s song waiting to be sung. I need to see every unrealized hope, dream and desire as juicy fruits waiting for me to pick them off the LOW branches in my new life. I need to KNOW the train is coming because it’s my TRAIN and I created it.

Whatever the metaphor that resonates for you, I stand with many others fearful that we’ll be deserted at the altar, jilted before the prom, miss the ship when it comes in or that the train of “dreams come true” will never arrive. But that’s the old me, the inauthentic me, the victim me, the me who played small in order to survive and eventually forgot how big I really am.

Each one of us has played some version of this scenario out in our lives, but the good news is we are now remembering why. From this place of expanded understanding, we will pack our bags with the wisdom and learning gleaned, and consciously choose where and how we will go forward from here. When we do, we’ll know without a doubt that we don’t have to wait on the platform any longer, that the ticket has been in our pocket all along.

Passenger-train-on-railro-001See you on the train!! ALL ABOARD!



2014 into 2015 – Self-Love Dominoes

by Mimi on January 14, 2015




Some of you have probably noticed my weekly absence from MeLove Letters over the past year and wondered what was happening. Before I speak to that, I’d like to apologize for the silence. It wasn’t intended, but as I look back on it now, it was necessary. I missed you and my MeLOVE voice but had to surrender to all the change that was occurring in my life and trust where the river was taking me.

So what did that look like? I guess the short versions of the much longer stories are: I was overextended and overtired as I had taken a job working 20+ hours a week (in two days) in a holistic medical practice. Additionally, I was creating wellness programs and writing a weekly wellness newsletter on top of managing the office. And, just in case that wasn’t enough, I was in the deepest throws of learning to love myself at levels way beyond my expectations. So, something had to give (at least temporarily), and that was MeLove Letters and my own writing.

Now, as I look back on it through the lens of all I learned in 2014, and what’s in the queue as a result for 2015 (and beyond), it was a good decision. Initially, it was challenging as I felt guilty as well as confused as to why I had put myself in a position to “pause my passion” as it were. It didn’t feel right but it didn’t feel wrong either, so I endlessly practiced “don’t know mind” and the art of letting go. Bottom line, I sensed something bigger at hand, and knew I had to let it come in.

I have talked often about the journey to self-love. Once begun, there’s no turning back which is reassuring, but it is also important to understand that self-love is relentless in its pursuit of your SELF which is LOVE.

What this means is that true self-love is 100% not 97, 98 or 99%! It is your “realest of real” authentic self up-front, out loud and in person. It is the deepest awareness, acceptance and acknowledgment that you are as human as you are divine and that there is no part of you that doesn’t deserve to be loved, that there is no part of you which isn’t love! It is what we’ve all come here to remember.

But, just understanding this doesn’t count…living it does. In other words, self-love is a process of realization followed by actualization. 2014 was my year for addressing every cobweb (large and small) that was keeping me from actualizing. Working for someone else turned out to be the perfect foil to sharpen my senses about where I was still letting myself down and ignoring my own needs, in other words where I was short on self-love.

Initially I fell into that old pit of co-dependent pleasing patterns…you know, being there for everyone else instead of taking care of yourself.  But as I mentioned earlier, self-love is relentless and once ignited, you can’t really turn it off…nor do you want to. Why? Because it feels good! It brings you into alignment (aka harmony, balance, wholeness) at every level of your “being”, and when you’re out of alignment you quickly know it, and you want it back.

And align I did. 2014 wasn’t always easy but it was a watershed year for me, and I treasure every dark nook and cranny I explored and ultimately embraced. Over and over I was humbled by what I didn’t know as well as what I did, and I marveled at the prodigious opportunities available if we allow them. I was constantly in awe as I learned to dance with the joy of being “Me” and watched myself come alive in ways beyond my imagination.

This inevitable chain of change has been like a line of dominoes, and as I enter 2015 I have given notice at the job, am preparing to move to Oregon on April 1, am clearer than ever on my path and my purpose, am birthing my wholing practice (aka healing redefined – more to come), have started a free weekly inspiration called “Heartspeak” which launches today (hopefully it’s in your inbox – if not see sign up box to your right), am back to writing for MeLove Letters at least twice a month for now, and am happier and more at peace than I have ever been.

Do I have all the answers? No. Is there more for me to love of myself? Probably. Am I ready for whatever comes next? Absolutely. Am I in my power? Finally. Is self-love the answer? YES!

Happy Happy 2015. I’ve truly missed you all and I am blessed to be back!


Would love to hear about your 2014 and look forward to your own stories, and of course if you liked this post, please share the LOVE on Facebook and Twitter too. Thanks!

XXOO – Don’t forget to LOVE yourself today.



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Finding My Aloha – Part 1

by Mimi on October 1, 2014






Pink Yellow LeiI have recently returned from my first Hawaiian walkabout, and while it may sound hokey, without a doubt, I know going there has always been my destiny. On the outside, my trip might appear to be quite ordinary, but on the inside, it was anything but! So, please accept this greeting of Aloha as I place an imaginary lei of intoxicating flowers around your neck and invite you to sit with me as I tell the story of Finding My Aloha because I know you’ll find it’s yours as well.

Over my years as a spiritual mentor/channel, I have come to intimately understand the universal search we are all on as human beings…the search for the answers to “Who am I?” “Why am I here?” and “Where do I belong?” For each of us this takes on many different guises and down many different roads, which in truth ultimately lead us all to the same place…our SELF.

Each circumstance and experience, whether happy or sad, is a whetstone for carving away what isn’t true so that our souls can sculpt/reveal what is. I have long known that “wherever we go, there we are”, but it took years for my ego mind to integrate and surrender to this simple but consummate wisdom. As humans, we are so convinced we are lost (a.k.a. broken/victims), that even though we find the glasses on top of our heads over and over, we are sure that the answers must be more complicated than that!

My SelfAnd so we search…search for meaning…search for peace…search for health…search for well-being…search for happiness…search for forgiveness…search for love…search for cures… search for wisdom…search for success…search for satisfaction…search for fulfillment…search for connection… search for perfection…search for home…only to find what we’ve been looking for has been right there inside us all along. But even so, it’s a journey we must all make, a journey designed to lead us to this exquisite Self-Awareness, which makes finding it all the more poignant, powerful and accessible.

Here’s a slice of my own journey…

Through fate, folly or fancy I have moved a lot in my life, with each playing a role in what I have always referred to as my spirit’s search for its true home. As a child I lived in no less than eight houses by the time I was eight (ouch!) and I guess all that original upheaval awakened my gypsy, setting my quest in motion.  Picking up and moving from one place to another was easy for me; what wasn’t easy was feeling like I belonged…like I had found the place (land, house, peeps etc.) that was my home. Nothing ever seemed to fit!

So, no matter where I went, whether it was relocation (too numerous to count), road trip, or vacation, I was always on a quest, searching for that elusive feeling I was finally HOME. Never-the-less, I always took pride in blooming where I was planted while inwardly maintaining that since you can get a flower to bloom through a crack in cement, can you imagine what would happen if you gave it its own garden?

My Inner GardenFortunately, along the way, I began to cultivate my inner garden and that’s when I was blessed to find my inner HOME, which is really what this story is all about. But, even though I discovered what some consider the Holy Grail, I always knew there was more to it than I was actually ‘living’, so the search continued. On August 12, 2014, it took me to Maui, which I intuitively knew would be life changing, but wasn’t sure how.

You see, for as long as I can remember I have wanted to visit Hawaii, let alone felt a strong pull to the South Pacific in general. To be honest, I never really analyzed this magnetism because it lived in and through me, part of my music if you will. It felt like a promise of sorts waiting to be fulfilled, and while drawn to the islands’ magic, my soul was patient to let it manifest in its own time, so Hawaii lived more as a distant dream.

None-the-less, sand and sea has always been a powerful ingredient in my DNA and while my soul was happy to wait for whatever Hawaii held, my human self couldn’t suppress the desire to live by the ocean. Visions of toes in the sand, seashells and sea glass piled by the door, gnarled driftwood in my garden, wind in my hair, as well as dolphins and whales frolicking in my front yard were ever present in my imagination. Eventually, I was able to raise my children two blocks from Long Island Sound on New York’s northeast coast, but that was just a snack compared to what I really needed.

So I traveled far and wide exploring watery destinations trying to feed this undeniable hunger…Bermuda, the Caribbean, Maine’s rocky coast, Haiti, Jamaica, Florida, Mexico’s Cabo, Playa del C and Puerto V, Point Reyes to San Diego, Massachusett’s wonders: Martha’s V, Nantucket and the Cape, and yes, even the Hamptons dahling! Need I say more? Clearly, I’ve been on a mission! And while all of these places are great, for me, they just don’t have the special sauce my soul has craved leaving me dissatisfied and vaguely empty…Hmmm…Now, what’s a girl to do with that?

rocky-mountains-national-parkMove to Colorado, that’s what! Sixteen years ago, the Universe (in its infinite but often inscrutable wisdom) decided to put me out of my beach misery by serendipitously bringing me to Boulder, where to my complete surprise, I fell instantly in love with the Rockies! Go figure! From seaweed to purple mountains majesty in less than four months! My East coast friends and family thought I had lost it! But while I couldn’t explain my seeming insanity, I was happy here like nowhere else and knew I was in the right place…at least for the time being.

In Colorado, I all but forgot the call of the ocean, as I was mesmerized by what I was learning through my profound connection to the land, and how the earth expresses herself here. Being landlocked was an unforeseen spiritual lottery ticket as the Universe had my full attention, and kicked into uber gear to help me remember who I truly am, my gifts and my purpose. I had always been a child of nature, but the magnitude of what I call, the West’s “earth/sky creation energy,” catalyzed my spirit like never before. Every step took me deeper, and at the same time higher.

In Colorado, the mountains, which metaphorically I had always thought of as obstacles to overcome, became mentors. Giant guardians, they anchored and protected my spirit while it expanded. The proximity and exposure to a myriad of wildlife, particularly eagles, hawks, owls and kingfishers revealed my own wings and wisdom. And walking/hiking the land every day grounded me so I could actually use them.

But, like a kid, I thought I was ready for the car keys long before I had it all dialed in, so I sputtered and lurched as you might expect anyone learning to fly. I actually even moved to SoCal for a bit, thinking I was ready to “be in the world but not of it” only to return with sand between my toes but my tail between my legs.

Bedhead-Jennifer HulsGrowing up isn’t always pretty, especially in our adult years when we think we’re done with school. NOT! I still had so much to learn before my life’s purpose could bloom, but champing at the bit only made the process that much more challenging. I questioned, resisted, whined and railed against everything I construed as a delay to my heart/soul’s desires. These showed up in various guises: self-doubt, crippling fear, health issues, recycled wounds, creative blocks, financial distress, acute frustration and total confusion to name just a few.

Of course I eventually got the perfection of it all and while it didn’t feel so good, my head was surrendering more and more to my heart, which helped me to see every day as giant step forward in spite of what it looked like. And so I walked the land here in Colorado until I was ready for whatever was to come next, and that’s when Hawaii appeared five months ago.

There is nothing about this trip to Maui, from its conception to birth, that wasn’t magical. To be honest, so much occurred in its overall manifestation, I am still putting words to the music. The original idea was infused with the possibility of living there. The questions to be answered: Was this the place I had been seeking my whole life? Was this the outer reflection of my inner home? Could I really leave my children, grandchildren and friends and move to an island (albeit one described by many as paradise) in the middle of nowhere?

The answers to those questions and more came quickly but not as clearly or as obviously as you might expect. It was a ten day odyssey of clues…Maui revealed the truth(s) I was looking for slowly, sensuously, willing me to stay present to every moment. I was imprinting, awakening and activating simultaneously. It was purely alchemical from beginning to end…and beyond.

Hookipa Sea Turtle RestAnd the message was always the same, but always creatively delivered, in different forms…a bamboo house where I slept, a myriad of exotic flowers, the trade winds’ constant caress, a dormant volcano who is inexorably alive, the ever-present womb of blue above and below, sea turtles who let me sit and swim with them, the ocean’s exuberance and power as it plays on the lava coast, heart-starting sunsets and sunrises, the sands of ubiquitous beautiful beaches, the sensory abundance of lush greens, hidden waterfalls, tiny impassable roads that cultivate patience and generosity, and people…oh so many people whose smile and Aloha invited me IN over and over again.

I quickly understood/experienced Aloha as the message. It is so much more than a word, and although it is Hawaiian, it also is much more than Hawaiian.  In truth, it is a universal vibration that we all resonate with because it is part of our spiritual DNA. In Hawaii, everything and everyone is in resonance with Aloha because it is who we are at our essence. It is pure consciousness. That’s why Hawaii is such a compelling destination, one that people return to over and over. They go because they are instinctively looking to connect/align with Themselves.

Aloha can be described many ways but at its core, it is a way of being, a reverence for all things, an interconnection with the earth, an infinite expression of LOVE, which is the love that transcends our human experience. It is the expression of perpetual awakening to the magnitude of all that we see, which includes one another. Aloha means seeing with our inner eyes, which always see the love. On Maui, I have never felt more seen in my life.

Living Aloha means living from your center, the truth of your being, your authentic self, the love that you are. There’s no place for pretense, façade or fear to find purchase. Even though I have worked tirelessly to let go of my fears, some have been constant companions most of my life. But on Maui, I incredulously watched them spontaneously dissolve. I was stripped of all illusion, of anything that wasn’t me, of anything that kept my heart from leading. And in the process, I finally got to ME without anything in the way.

It’s not that I didn’t know “I” was here but the ego mind (“i”) is tenacious and run by fear, which means it believes it knows best, thinks it’s alone, is perpetually in survival mode and doesn’t ever stop long enough to “BE” because it’s forever lost in “do.”  I had been trying to marry my heart and my head for years and in Maui that union was finally consummated.

I share this story because this is an unprecedented time of change and possibility on the planet and we are all (yes, each of us) being called to find and live our Aloha. You don’t have to go to Hawaii to get it, or live there to sustain it. It is a truth as ancient as time itself, and the Hawaiians have been nurturing it for all of us. It is a truth whose time is now. I was entranced to find it already lived within me, to find I had just been calling it by another name, and to find its individual and collective promise.

Sunset NapiliAs Marianne Williamson so eloquently wrote, “Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.” It has taken me sixty-seven years to embrace my light and all the gifts that come through me, and finding my Aloha was the doorway out of the dark.

Nobody can afford to deny the LOVE that they are any longer, let alone let it shine. That is everyone’s Aloha. In part 2 of this story I will share with you how you can find and live it wherever you are.




It would be a treat to hear your own stories of finding your Aloha and I look forward to your sharing them here and ask that you share the LOVE on Facebook and Twitter too. Thanks!!

XXOO – Don’t forget to LOVE yourself today.



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