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a time to remember

people hurting one another

yet inside silence



in every moment

begin again

a new improved version


look only to the shadows

for remembering…

wisdom learned


carry all-ways

a grateful heart

breathe in … life


cry big tears

humbly quenching thirst

much needed in Spring



with surrender

unguarded heart




in word in deed



a reminder.







Largest Single Living Organism

I was told that after a devastating forest fire, Aspen trees really flourish.  I have seen evidence of this in Mother Nature during walks in the woods…beautiful families of Aspens so alive and vibrant surrounded by fallen charred Pines in varying stages of decay.  Aspens are connected by their roots and are therefore known as the largest single living organism.

For some reason this morning, my phone has buzzed incessantly with texts from so many people…reaching out.  Like the pines, during these difficult times where multitudes have fallen after varying states of economic/physical/relationship/emotional “fires,” there is a flourishing…a growing of vibrant love/giving/community…a coming together in deep devotion like no other time I have witnessed in my lifetime…other than perhaps 9/11.

We are all connected … like roots … inside … therefore … the largest single living organism.



“What we do to others, we do to ourselves.”  “What we speak of others, we speak of ourselves.”  

“How we give to others, we give to ourselves.”

“How we love others … we love ourselves.”

So many are questioning:  “Why is this happening to me?”  

Look to the Aspens.  

I love Mother Nature as she has always provided … answers … reflections … of life. We must take care of her and whisper “thank you” for all that she gives.

Aspens are cropping up all around.  Connected.  Rooted in humility yet grandeur.  Offering beauty as light shimmers in the breezes of Life. 

I offer this today because my heart is full.  



A Thousand Years . . .





My daughter Kimberly sent the most heart felt email this

morning about the possibility of at long last, discovering

her “Other.” 


Being a beautiful girl having done the work on her spirit, it has been a challenge to meet that person who could truly relate to her vision of life.  Unwilling to settle, she has patiently stood fast while continuing to do the work on her…self.

I can relate.  We have had many talks over the years as we have reflected one another in this thing called Life.  Knowing the gifts we hold, inside…those gifts just waiting to be shared with that person capable of honoring the very best part of us…our true hearts.

I think most people long for this. 

There was an incredible woman in my home/studio a couple of weeks ago for the purpose of co-creating a design for a By She Said  Angel sculpture.  That was the “reason” she was here but quickly the true “purpose” presented itself as the next four hours were spent sharing on a very deep heart level.  As we sat on the floor in front of my altar, the floodgates opened wide as her soul expressed itself.  How she loved her husband…her family… and also, 

how she had diminished the very best part of her spirit for over 20 years in her attempt to please her husband.  Her light…her volume…had been turned way down for way too long.  

The time had come when she could no longer deny the truth of her being…her purpose…her light.

Suffice it to say, she completely shifted from fear…to truth…to love…to self awareness.

We email now and she is beautifully proceeding with her work here on Earth as the teacher she came here to be…beginning with her husband.  Lo and behold, he is not leaving and is showing up beautifully in embracing this very different, strong, self assured woman. 

“The only responsibility we have…is to be true to ourselves.”   In every moment of every day.  Period.  End of story. (Hopefully).  

In the web of life, each of us has one job…to hold up that very important strand..OUR strand in the collective web. 

Should we possess the courage to be true to that one strand, then we will have done our work in the greater architecture of Life.  

Maintaining self Truth is not easy as most have discovered.  However, I promise…the more it is practiced, the easier it becomes and it is so worth it.  

Freedom.  The freedom to show up in the world as the real you.  Remember that TV show where they would say:  “Will the REAL (so and so) … please step forward?” 

        How many… know… the R E A L self?

Please listen to this heart piercing song:  “A Thousand Years.”  However, instead of hearing it through the filter of discovering the “Other” man/woman of your life… 

hear it through a filter of having discovered the real…you. 

Homework:  Listen to it every single day.  Then go about the work you came here to do.






“We just love each other.”

Last evening I was sitting with a client for the purpose of hearing her life story.  By She Said was being commissioned to create a tree…a tree that would portray the story of this incredible family I had been blessed to encounter. My heart was open to receive any insights from all I was hearing and busily, the details of these lives were being recorded on my artist sketch pad.

Then I asked this question:

“When you see yourself as a very old, wise person…rocking in your chair… and you look back on your life with your partner…what do you feel inside?  What has been that bond that has been the foundation of your shared lives?”

Hesitating for only a moment, my client stated.

“We just love each other.”

Simple.  Yet…profound in its simplicity.  

My pen stopped and I found myself really seeing this beautiful woman facing me.  In that moment of truth, she looked like a young, innocent, heart opened soul and I recognized her message.

So many will state “The word “Love” is overused.”  ”You KNOW how much I love you…why do I have to say it?”  or…”I say I love you with my actions…I don’t need to say the words…words are just words.”

What if at the end of our lives we could say about ALL of our encounters along the way:

“We just loved each other.”

Although those who know me often tease about my living in “la la land” or wearing my emotions on my sleeve (smile)…there is even a deeper commitment to express the love I feel to those touching my path.

I say:  

Express love.  Every day.  Shout it from the rooftop.  Whisper it in an ear.  Even when it feels awkward…get used to it.  How often do we see an action that elicits a sense of loving/appreciation/admiration…only to walk away without expression.

WOW!  I kid you not … just at this EXACT moment…I received this text:  

I love you.”    

I’m laughing here… talk about validation!  What more can I say.


Breaking Free.


This image was posted on FB this morning and WOW did it speak to me. 

23 years ago I left my familiar safe world of married, family, perfect home, perfect everything.  Although my entire world did seem perfect to the entire world … inside,  where “She Said” had been silenced for so very long…my Spirit was far from “home.”   In fact, I remember feeling like my light was going out.  

In one defining moment, I shifted and broke free.  It was not easy.  I’ve come to realize that these defining moments/ invitations/urgent messages never are … easy.

The very first piece of art I purchased after this major shift was by an artist “Sticks” with the message printed upon a piece of wood that had been loosely formed into an Angel…

“for a long time … she flew only when she thought no one else was looking.”

I cried buckets.  It had been true of my life.

After all of these years, I can say that I have learned to fly.  I fly in solitude.  I fly in crowds.  Sometimes I fall flat on my face as in my takeoff, my wings may have  become iced with poor judgment.  Perhaps in that moment, I had eaten yet one more serving of junk food only to realize that yep…just no longer fulfilling.  Then I turn to the highest fruit on the tree of life where I can be nourished by the truth of my path … my Purpose.

Life is wonderful.  The Journey is filled with intrigue … with great insights and rewards.

Even when we fall.  

My Pops used to love this little saying:

“I asked Life for a penny…and Life would pay no more.  At the end of each day I would sit…and count my scanty store.    

Life is a just rewarder…she gives you what you ask; but…once you’ve set the wages, then you must bear…the task. 

I asked Life for a penny…only to learn too late;

that any wage 

I would have asked of Life, 

Life would have willingly … paid.”

Yep…for a long time she flew only when she thought no one else was looking…

but … no more.










Okay…I should be in my shop welding right now to prepare for an upcoming show.  But…I just can’t let this day go by without addressing…Valentines Day…a day set aside for expressing Love. 


I know, I know…EVERY day is for showing love and V-Day was initiated by retailers to force sales of cards, flowers, candy, etc…right? 

Well, I’m thinking today of all of the fellow travelers holding a place in my heart.  Kim and Amber at the top of the list…followed by Teddy (of course) and my family.  Then there are my close friends, clients, and … those people in my past whom have helped mold my Spirit into what it is today.  

How about checking in with your heart…with that one person you feel has wounded you…the most:

  “Happy Love Day.  I appreciate the Growth you brought to my Life.”  

Maybe I’m going overboard here?  Well…maybe it’s my age inviting me to expand the meaning of Valentines Day?  Who knows.  

All I know is, it felt really good to take my morning and text tons of people just to say… 

“Happy Love Day.  I appreciate you.”


Finally, just think about the collective energy going out into the world as a result of tons of people taking action … to express love and appreciation. 

This is an OPPORTUNITY folks!  

Instead of a collective energy of…oh let’s say…fear?  Judgment of all that is broken?  Worry over work?     I’m too fat?  (lol)   So and so wounded me?  And on and on and on…





Last night while hearing all over the news, beautiful accolades about the unbelievably talented Whitney Houston, I found myself feeling anger.  I recalled the many photos published proudly in the most sensational way on magazine covers … photos exposing Whitney in her lost state of drugs and alcohol.

I wondered:  Could this outcome have been avoided if society had published, while Whitney was alive, all of these same incredible statements of her talent, kindness as a person, etc. as opposed to adding to her obvious humiliation and sense of being lost? 

Why do we as a society act in this fashion?  Why do we support any action whether it be purchasing publications or even entering into discussions at the expense of another’s journey?  Gossip?  Remaining silent while hearing ugly comments about another when we know in our hearts the beauty in that “Other?”  We take in wounded animals, even creating a network of support in adoption programs all across the country; yet, often times lost/self abusive souls are harshly criticized, conveniently omitted from invitation lists, … forgotten … until ….

What if we visualized a bright fluorescent orange  “FRAGILE” sticker on the foreheads of each and every person crossing our paths?  

What if, upon hearing unkind gossip we inserted a gentle comment of something good we know to be true in that person?  

Thank you Whitney for your life and in passing … for this invitation.  




Let Others Succeed


“Try… to let others succeed, and as you do so, you succeed in a far more eternal way.”    (Love Is Facebook Posting 2/8/12.) 


“Hi Honey…This was a posting on Facebook this morning. You’re all over this!  So proud of you Amber Elise Ludwig who used to sit in your swing and watch all of the ridiculousness/incredibleness of life…you took it in…made it better…became that…and now you go about your work.  Amen.

Love, Your Mama”


This was a followup email to my daughter after she shared an action purely for the benefit of helping someone which I can say, is a frequent occurrence.  I am so blessed to have two daughters out there in the world doing their work in making a difference.

My heart has been all over this topic in the last few days and has invited me to write a blog about it.  As is the way of the inner voice, it just gets louder and louder in its request for action until finally, this morning, it became unbearably loud when I read this “Love Is” posting.  

Many times in the past I have personally witnessed and have heard others speak of this notion that so many are continuing to show up in a “taking” mode…failing to see why the human race is in its current state of greed inspired material loss.  There is a notion that it’s a buyers market (which it is) so therefore, the buyer can and should just get the best deal possible in all areas with little or no thought of leaving something on the table for the “other.”   I have seen clients taking advantage of workers…squeezing every inch of profit out in their attempts to get the best price. 

Now, I’m all about getting a good price; however, we as a human race truly should eat at the table of life but please, Please, PLEASE leave food for others. 

Two weekends ago, I was sitting at an art fair.  This woman, upon proclaiming how much she just LOVED my work, while holding a $210 art piece stated “I will give you $160 for this and a red glass heart (a $90 item.)  She appeared almost angry when I gently replied “I’m sorry, I cannot do that.”

In contrast, years ago when I was 24 and my former husband, 25, we were a subcontractor for IBM in assembling their computer boards.  With 200 employees, it was  pretty stressful.  The on site engineering staff of IBM was so incredibly beautiful to Bill and to me…protective…like family.  Believe it or not, at times they would actually instruct us to rebid a job as they felt we had not bid HIGH ENOUGH to realize a profit for ourselves. 

“Try… to let others succeed, and as you do so, you succeed in a far more eternal way.”  

We are one.  What we do to others, we do to ourselves.  

Just food…for thought… 









“let go Teddy…”

Sitting in my favorite chair this morning, sipping a treasured cup of coffee…

Teddy just loves to bring his monkey toy clenched tight in his teeth, partially drops it in my lap and begs, begs, begs…me to throw it. Of course, you know the rest. This process if allowed would last all day.

The only problem…he won’t let go.

let go Teddy…or I can’t throw it I repeat over and over laughing. He just looks up at me with those big brown eyes …

uh uh.

let go Teddy…

I wonder how many times the great collective Universe/Creator/God/Spirit/Source sends us that very message in its gentle heart whisper.

let go…or I can’t give to you…let go…

In that moment of clarity, I observed the clouds moving so quickly as I gazed through these giant picture windows I have come to love. It was as if the realization of “let go” was validated by the movement of this beautiful mounding soapy sky as it washed my clinching…away.

The past, what was, economy, hopes and dreams rooted in some ego story of old, being invited to move on…to make way for the new, what is, realities and invitations to step into the gifts patiently waiting right around the corner.

Eckhart Tolle in his recent YouTube series relating to the economy speaks of the many opportunities to enjoy, practically in each moment, a new experience. I love the example of Ram Dass who after suffering a pretty massive stroke in 1997, came to embrace his altered physical body to the point of referring to it as his “grace.” An opportunity to intimately comprehend aging, shifting, evolution, transformation.

I suspect that some of you may be feeling this same sense of inner tug of war. The Tao suggests that in order to win the war, humbly lay down your weapon. Only then can one see “the enemy” as it advances thus in this clarity the warrior becomes greatly informed of its true nature.

Great depths of Gratitude to every Soul…teacher…messenger…reflection.


To Mother; A Tribute


To Mother; A Tribute

Nature.  Winter.
I gaze through the window and there she is;
slightly barren from recent freeze, and;
although She is not her Most beautiful
there is a quiet acceptance that in the Spring
her leaves will become…reborn.

One hears her Symphony…
breeze.  birds. insects buzzing.
All…singing their very own song
in perfect rhythm…no competing
just Offering in simple Peace.

Humility.  Quiet.  Strong.  Powerful.
She touches All with no discernment.
Judgement … not a word She understands.

I whisper; as I stand inside her Heart
“why can we not mirror Your way?…”
It is not for me to understand.
She is endless in her lessons…
if only One stops to hear.

I love Her.
She gives so, so
my Mentor…my grace.

With bowed head this day;
She opens wide this heart…

“thank you…thank you.”

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