Before I was an artist, I was a project manager turned Montessori teacher. When I was 27, I became a mom to significantly premature twin babies who needed “life support” to grow. My whole world changed. I saw how fragile and miraculous life truly is. As they grew, I began to see the world with fresh eyes. I also had an excuse to play with art supplies again. I started exploring more, expressing myself and feeling more alive! When my mom died a few years later, I turned to pouring paint instead of wine and learned how healing the creative process can be… for ourselves and the world around us.

I’ve been on a liberating and revitalizing journey ever since. Now, I wonder if we might all benefit from some kind of “life support” to grow. I never intended to be a healer, but I needed healing for my mind, body, heart and soul. I share what I’ve learned because I can, because I have the ability, luxury, and heart to do so, because I’m grateful for beauty, blessings, love and laughter in my life, and because I’m still here. So, I share ways I’ve found to fall in love with life in spite of pain. I’m a survivor of molestation, substance abuse, a party school, and a river of grief. Many rather fortunate people experience depression, anxiety, or addiction that contribute to the state of our planet for better or worse. I’m grateful to have found ways to heal, feel worthy of choosing joy, and capable of kindness. I gladly offer creative courses, gifts, books, painted prayers, and wild wishes from my heart to yours.

Like many of us, I wear many different hats! My favorite is an inspired twist from Wonderland, the Glad Hatter. In spite of grief, despair, and doubts, I prefer to celebrate and Dance with Delight. If not now, then when?

Thank you for spending a bit of your sacred time with me.

Wild Wonderful Wishes to You,

Jules