My Story

My time on this planet now spans over fifty-five years. Going back as far as I can remember, everyone of those years had difficult times. Some of them I wish I could edit out of my memory, but all of them I accept as part of making me who I am today.

For some reason, I've always paid attention to how things, people, and circumstances made me feel and what they made me think. Often, I would sense things that others around me didn’t — that made me even more insecure. It took years to come to a place where I trusted what was there and connected those observations in a way that began painting pictures that made sense of my reality and that of others.

Over time and through years of walking with people from a myriad of life circumstances and places, I have come to love the human journey. No matter how muddy, cloudy, foggy, stormy, mountainous, explosive, or treacherous, I will go there. It’s not because I love the pains and struggles of my life or those of others. I just know that there is much to be learned in those places. It’s real. It’s life. It’s real life.

As I watch people walk around in public space, I often wish I could stop and sit with some of them to hear their story. Sometimes it’s because they seem out of the ordinary. Most of the time, body language and facial expressions seem to speak from their being “I am in pain” or “I am lost and confused.”

I would love to walk with you. Reach out and let's see what we can work out.