The Joy Thread
If you want to know more about me.....read on
The Spark That Started It All
Where the breath began
I could tell you my name, my story,
the milestones along the way…
but you didn’t come here for a timeline.
You came because something caught your breath.
Because somewhere in the quiet,
you felt a thread tug at your heart and
whisper, come closer.
This is where the thread begins.
Where memory stirs like the first petal opening.
Where the voice inside says,
yes, this is the place.
Step gently.
Follow the color, the scent, the shimmer in the air.
The rest of the path is waiting.
What I Believe About Joy
Where the current flows
Joy is not always laughter.
It is not a prize you win or a mood
you wear for company.
Joy is a current — a quiet, steady pulse that hums beneath the surface.
It can roar like a river or seep softly
through the cracks.
It moves through celebration and sorrow alike, carrying what cannot be carried alone.
I have felt joy in the stillness after tears.
In the echo of an old song.
In the knowing glance of a friend who understands without words.
When I say I follow joy, I mean I follow that current wherever it leads —
through the shadows, through the golden hours, through the vast, silent in-between.
If you listen, you can feel it too.
It’s already moving toward you.
Why I Create
Where the fire is tended
Creation is not a hobby.
It is the way I breathe.
I create because the act of making something
beautiful is how I heal,
how I remember,
how I leave small offerings to the
world that raised me.
Every page, every brushstroke,
every stitched seam
is a spark tended —
a flame that refuses to go out,
even when the night feels long.
I make because I must.
Because each creation is a prayer
that someone, somewhere,
will feel a little less alone.
And maybe, just maybe,
when you hold something I’ve made,
you’ll feel that same ember in your hands
and know it’s yours to tend, too.
What You’ll Find Here
Where joy lands and takes root
This is where the wandering current settles,
where sparks find a place to glow.
Here, you’ll find:
— Books that hum with frequency.
— Journals that open like safe hands.
— Digital kits born from intuition and a touch of mischief.
— Whispers, writings, and doorways to play.
This isn’t a store. It’s a sanctuary.
Every piece here is a thread —
woven with care,
waiting for your story to knot into its own.
Come as you are.
Leave with something that reminds you
how much beauty you carry.
A Soft Goodbye
Where the spiral returns you home
If you’ve come this far,
it’s not curiosity that brought you here —
it’s remembering.
So take a breath.
Let the current settle in your chest.
Feel the weight you don’t need loosen and fall away.
And if that spark you felt when you first arrived
is still here...still humming —
follow it.
Here, the path doesn’t end.
It simply folds back into the world you carry with you.
When you’re ready, you can:
— Subscribe for joy transmissions
— Step into my books
— Wander through the portals
— Send me a spark of your own
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This isn’t goodbye.
This is the moment you remember —
you’ve always known the way back.
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