I grew up in the most loving, beautiful home. One where we enjoyed being together. And still do. My niece told her friends that our family could be locked in a room with a deck of cards and have the best time.

This is true. 

My Dad was an entrepreneur at heart. Although he worked at the same company from his return from Vietnam until the day he retired, he was always creating - art, a business idea, a way to help those in need. Always creating.

I have distinct memories of my Grandad singing in the car as he took us to Dairy Queen. Papaw whistling as he swept the garage or let me ride along on the mower. There was always music somewhere—my parents kept the radio on or a record spinning. It was part of the backdrop of my life.

Have you ever stood among the trees on a summer day, quietly observing?

On my morning grounding walk, chatting with the plants and scanning the treeline, I paused as something stirred in the woods. A single leaf floated down before me. It wasn’t fall. Still, it was letting go.

Not too long ago, a video popped up on my social feed. A Feng Shui Master was listing all the reasons not to buy certain homes.

To paraphrase...

Don’t buy a house if the front door opens to a staircase.
Don’t buy a house if the bathroom sits in the Wealth corner.
Don’t buy a house that faces a direction misaligned with your birthdate.
Don’t buy a house with a straight path to the front door.
Don’t buy a house if...

Feng Shui isn’t just about moving furniture or placing a crystal in the “right” spot. It’s about presence. It’s about how you show up in your space and how your space shows up for you.