She walked away ~ Bella

She Walked Away

“She walked away from one dream to chase another.” ~Bella

For as long as I could remember, I’ve been a dreamer. To dream is wonderful. Dreaming allows you to expand beyond what you believe you are capable of believing, or in some cases, living. You can move so far away from your comfortable edges when you dream. It’s an exquisite practice.

I believe in naming and claiming my dreams and doing the work to see them come to life. Seeing so many of my dreams come alive has led to my belief in ceremony, ritual, and the energy our words hold.

This year, I also had many dreams that didn’t bloom to life. Sometimes time played a factor or circumstances beyond my control nudged themselves between the dream and myself. Sometimes, I simply lost the enthusiasm to see the dream through.

In cases like this, rather than abandon ship, I put the dreams on hold and walk away. Yes. Just like that.

Our time is precious and I don’t have enough of it to chase a dream that feels stagnant. I move on, dream bigger, and imagine wilder because possibility is a vast open field that has no end.

I’m walking away from 2014 with much accomplished both personally and work-related. My family endured a loss which left us leaning on each other like never before. Then there are the dreams that didn’t get my full attention. I”m leaving those ones behind for new ones. I see 2015 as a gateway to all things fresh. That’s where I’m walking now … forward.


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She walked away

She walked away ~ December 2014 triptych

Pictured from left to right:

“She walked away from one dream to chase another.” ~Bella
“She walked away from the darkness.” ~Jennifer
“She walked away from 2014 into the unknown.” ~Deb

As this year draws to a close, what are you walking away from? Would you like to share? As always, you’re invited to walk alongside us. Join us on Instagram as well by tagging your self-portraits #shewalkedaway and #sheisthreedotcom. Many blessings to you on your journey, and happy holidays from the three of us to all of you.



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She gathered ~ Deb

she gathered
“She gathered all the positive energy she could possibly hold.” ~Deb

I have a phobia of cold weather.

Born and raised in Texas, now living in sunny Florida, if the temps drop below 75 degrees I am running for covers and searching for sleeves.  When it gets down into those 30s and 40s I literally feel like my life is threatened and I want to curl up and die. I kinda freak out. I am not fun to be around.

Two weeks ago we went to New York to visit good friends. I was in a panic about the cold weather.
Afraid to be so miserable. How can I enjoy myself when all I want to do is go home and be barefoot on my beach?

The night before our flight, I was trying to pack. I checked online for the weather forecast. I borrowed sweaters, gloves and boots.
I was freaking out.

My sweet husband said to me ” I refuse to buy in to it. Let’s just take our sunshine with us ”

Ah ha !
Stop and drop.
He was right. 

I instantly changed my way of thinking.
I was determined it was going to be the trip of a lifetime.
I will take my sunshine with me.

All it takes is the positive state of mind.
I surrendered to what will be.
I let it go.
I gathered my soft long sleeves and favorite hats and showed up to a week of glorious, unusual warm weather for New York this time of year. 

We hiked and explored.
I witnessed the gorgeous fall foliage…and I never wore that wool sweater I packed.

You see, really, this was a huge lesson.
I had worked myself into such a frenzy, yet once I decided to change my focus, everything fell into place.

And the best part of it all…I finally met Bella, my sister friend here at She is Three.


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She gathered ~ Jennifer

She gathered bits of inspiration around her

“She gathered bits of inspiration around her.” ~Jennifer

I’ve always been a gatherer. I remember wandering out of our yard and into the neighbor’s woods as a five-year-old in search of blooming daffodils. Back then, it felt like I was venturing into a wonderland of flowers, quickly plucking as many as I could before being spotted by the mysterious people who lived in the white house two doors down. I’d sneak back onto our property, running with my head down and my daffodil bunch pressed to my chest. Heart pounding, I’d go to the back door, eager to deliver my present to my mom. She’d smile that way her one cheek crinkled, eyes happy but heart knowing I’d technically been trespassing. Her reactions were similar when numerous wild fern plants appeared in our woods, pulled from the bases of tree trunks elsewhere and transplanted to holes dug by my little fingers. I had no concept of property or ownership back then; I simply wanted to create magical spaces with flowers and unfurling fiddleheads like the ones I’d seen in our copy of A Child’s Book of Poems, illustrated by Gyo Fujikawa.

Now I’m the mommy, with a little girl who loves flowers as much as me. She’s always asking to go out on the back deck while I’m cleaning the kitchen. I usually oblige, provided she stays where I can see her. Within minutes, she pops up at the sliding glass door with something she’s picked for me. On occasion, she has brought me entire zinnia plants, roots and all, and has stripped more than one pot of lavender. I know she means well, though, so I smile like my mom did and graciously accept her gift.

It was one of her floral offerings that inspired me to begin gathering again. One sunny September day, I arranged the zinnia and handful of asters she had collected for me, spontaneously making a nature mandala. That day something shifted in me. Or maybe it was a buried part of my that got unearthed by her innocent love of nature. Since then, I’ve been enjoying the practice of making nature mandalas with leaves, flowers, and seeds from our woods and gardens. I feel grounded, relaxed, and refreshed when I get the opportunity to gather bits of inspiration and then arrange them. It’s a practice in meditation as well as a lesson in letting go, allowing either the wind or my daughter to dismantle my creation. I’m reminded that no one owns the beauty of nature. It’s here for all of us to enjoy, from the three-lobed clover leaves to the heart-shaped redbud leaf, to the cosmos petals and silvery sage.


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She gathered ~ Bella

She Gathered

“She gathered her most holy prayers and prepared for Winter.” ~Bella

It starts with my wardrobe. Thick tights, knit cowls and neck warmers, sweaters pulled from the back of drawers. Nothing says it better than the first frost though. Winter is coming and it is time to settle in.

I sat in the darkness yesterday. It was not quite 6pm and the world was painted black. Soup bubbled on the stove, and my daughter sat at the table quietly doing her homework.  The entire scene was like a soft song.

The changes are subtle. Peak colored foliage dying off, lush trees now naked and bare, and almost every day the sky looks like a glazed silver.

It is now my time to retreat inward. Like bear, my ally this Autumn, I am prepping my home for the cold months.

I am stocking up on tea, foods that fit in a pot or a baking dish, books, magazines, yarn, paints, and plenty of journals. My prayers are held within stones and the greens of Yule: mistletoe, thistle, holly, and pine. There are also my oils and secret messages from the universe. I seek them out with my camera.

There is coziness to gathering, and I feel very alive in this mothering role. We will be here with candles lit, slowing down while the world continues to spin.

This is how I gather at this time of the year.


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She gathered

She gathered ~ November 2014 triptych

Pictured from left to right:

“She gathered her most holy prayers and prepared for Winter.” ~Bella
“She gathered bits of inspiration around her.” ~Jennifer
“She gathered all the positive energy she could possibly hold.” ~Deb

We invite you to gather with us this month as we share our stories and hold space for yours. What will you gather? We’re here and on Instagram (@sheisthree) and Facebook if you’d like to share. Many blessings to you…

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She scattered ~ Deb

she scattered

“She scattered herself in so many directions, she almost forgot where she belonged.” ~Deb

I do it.
You probably do, too.
We say yes to more than we can handle.
We sign on for another workshop.
We agree to show up when we really don’t have the time.
We agree to give, when actually we should be practicing self-care.
We spread ourselves so thin we become brittle.

I do not want to break.
I want to focus on the task at hand.
Finish a simple project, without taking on one more.
I want to remember where I want to belong.

Spend more time in the kitchen, less time eating out.
Linger in his arms, with nowhere else to go.
Walk longer on the beach, without my camera, absorbing all the little moments.
Dive into my art journal, page by page.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Be still.

Will you join me?
Slow down, and linger for a while?
And take a minute to remember your belonging.


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She scattered ~ Jennifer

She scattered ~ Jennifer

“She connected to the earth and scattered her worries there.” ~Jennifer

I’ve been told many times that I think too much. It’s true, though looking back, I realize I don’t do it nearly as much as I used to. Having small children leaves me very little time to think at all, it seems. But when I’m tired, really tired, I still fall back into old habits of worry and fear. My mind swirls with what-ifs and should-haves. When I feel myself sliding in that direction, I know it’s time to get out of my head; out of the past and out of the future. It’s time to get back to now.

Going outside is one of the best ways I know to reconnect to reality. There is nothing like Mother Nature to soothe the soul. She never, ever fails to make me feel calmer, better, happier. Outdoors, the leaves crunching beneath my feet and the crows cawing in the treetops replace the voices of doubt in my mind. I lean my head back on a tree and let it hold me. I feel the tightness in my forehead and my neck start to loosen. I press my fingertips to the ground and grasp the grass, noticing how it feels moist and alive. The sun plays hide-and-seek, warming my skin and making a patchwork of light in the woods around me. I can taste the fresh air, the freedom, the relief. I connect to the earth and scatter my worries there, grateful for the grounding and healing gifts of nature.


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She scattered ~ Bella

She Scattered

“She scattered her totems, the reminders of her abundant life.” ~Bella

I have collections of special things all throughout my house. There is a bowl of sea glass and shells from almost every beach I’ve visited. I have rocks from a European monastery buried in my garden. I keep bottles of Atlantic and Pacific Ocean water in my bedroom. Crystals, I love them, and have many of them scattered around my spaces.

I like to arrange mini altars in each of the rooms I spend time in (this includes my car). The items rotate as my thinking and state of mind transforms. Sometimes it’s just nice knowing that my totems are there when I need to hold on to something.

Some days, when I have extra time, I scatter my items before me and meditate with them, clean them, and rearrange them. Each piece holds energy that feels good and infuses my spaces and my hands with positivity. To give them a boost, I’ll put them outside during the full moon or soak them in salt water. I feel like it increases their magic.

I scatter my dreams, my fears, my laughter, and many tears with these totems. They hold as much of my energy as I do of theirs. These things are my visual and spiritual comfort pieces, always within gaze and offering an immediate sense of calm.

What are some of the items you hold near when you need comfort? Where do you scatter emotions both lighthearted and weighty?


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She scattered

She scattered ~ October 2014 triptych
Pictured from left to right:

“She scattered her totems, the reminders of her abundant life.” ~Bella
“She connected to the earth and scattered her worries there.” ~Jennifer
“She scattered herself in so many directions, she almost forgot where she belonged.” ~Deb

How will you interpret our prompt, “She scattered,” this month? Join us on Instagram @sheisthree and tag your #shescattered self-portraits for #sheisthreedotcom all month long. We look forward to seeing you there, plus we’ll be sharing our own stories right here!

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