Tearful Path

Bali Fashion Dream started as a simple blog that transformed into many things, but most important it allowed me to create. For the first time in a long time, I was free to be completely me. I didn’t listen to what others thought. I was honest with a truth behind the smile. The hurt that destroyed my spirit. I wanted people to know they are not alone, but most importantly to go on. We all have a dream, it is the thing that reminds us to breath when the world feels like it is closing in. No longer a slave to the standards of the norm. We can escape and find the child/our true selves we left behind. These rules that the world force fed us has our lives wandering: who am I after all? What is my purpose, my dream and why do I feel so utterly miserable?

We open boxes we left in our attics where dreams were left unassembled. Then we write to God asking for direction to put together this crazy invention. We shut the door in fear. We remind ourselves in moments of sorrow to keep going my dear there is always tomorrow. Tomorrow comes and we are knocked down again and with our last hope walk the tear wet path. Scared and broken we release the past. Still this light inside us burns like a fire warming the soul. We gather with companions that lead us along the fray. Back to the place where love abides we cast out nets that forgive our lies. The Bali Fashion Dream story is built into a trilogy for the three years from the beginning. Not sure where the journey will lead but most important is the pursuit of resilient love.

Thank you to everyone that has joined us on this crazy adventure, through the ups and downs. We have pushed on together knowing that we can handle it and we will be better for it. For your own journey I wish you remain faithful to your dreams, but even more so to yourself. Remember that each time your heartbeats that means you are alive that is blessing enough to give thanks. Thank you for reading and keep the fire burning in your soul. Come alive today!

Book reading in Vienna, Virginia.

Book reading in Vienna, Virginia.

For the first time I finally felt comfortable speaking in public.

For the first time I finally felt comfortable speaking in public.

Talking to the audience before taking to the stage.

Talking to the audience before taking to the stage.

This little one made her own skirt and is attending sewing camp.

This little one made her own skirt and is attending sewing camp.

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