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