This week we are highlighting the work of Jennifer Hassel who attended our Watercolors, Words, and Waves retreat earlier this April! For any woman who has ever wondered how make space for both being and becoming, read on!

Our first WFS one-night getaway at Wild Hope Farm left us all with our own wild hopes and dreams.

Allison Wohl wrote a beautiful toast for her stepson Jake’s wedding that was chosen by the Kelly Corrigan podcast “Thanks for Being Here.”

Kemi Adeodu is a writer and creative strategist who has helped us streamline our processes at WFS. Read more about Kemi and the whisper that led her to writing and WFS.

Patrice Gopo wrote in “the gaps in her life” including the preschool carpool line. Now, she is a two-time published author with two more books on the way.

For over thirty years, Marianne had an idea to pair her bad dating stories with her amazing cheesecake recipes. She finally cooked up the perfect book.

For decades, we shared the love of a place (El Paso, Texas) and the mutual respect of a person (my father) yet we had never met until last month. Margy and I would realize later we shared yet a third point of connection in rare disease.

There is something that happens when women come together. Sharing stories. Sharing laughter. Sharing tears. Sharing this life.

Is it just me or has the autumn this year been unusually vivid? Are the leaves actually more magnificent this year or is it we who have changed?

Maybe it is the past eighteen months of isolation and confinement that have made us more prone to look at the world around us.

Well, that was fun. If you had seat for our first live event, WF&S Talks with Kelly Corrigan, you know what I mean. Keep reading to hear our 5 takeaways from this soul-filling day.

I stopped midstride somewhere in Freedom Park and thought, “I wonder if Kelly Corrigan would come?” It felt like a whisper—yes, her. It also felt, like all whispers, more than a little crazy.

As I look to the example of the momma sea turtle, I am hopeful that my “momma strength” will rise when I attune to my internal instinct, that soulful gut feeling, a place where something bigger than me is present.

What if I woke every morning to the orchestral wonder of the day not expectant but reverent about all that is in the world waiting for me to notice—how would that change my life?

At first I saw one, which surprised me. Then I saw hundreds, maybe thousands more, and I was awestruck. The trees were made of butterflies

We have been in our apartment six months now with just the ‘basics’ waiting for our home to be finished. I have realized this streamlined version of our lives is pretty great.

For some children, reading over four books is not a challenge. However, for the reluctant reader, this task can be problematic.

The writing dream of my children had ultimately become a therapeutic means of healing in my life.

It didn’t matter if I climbed to the top of it without using my toes, hung upside down with my hips, did front flips or leg extensions to look like the wo-man-in-the-moon. It only wanted entry; and so did I.

A very wise seventeen-year old wrote before she went to heaven: Tell the people you love how much they mean to you and thank the people who help you.

The realization hit me like a sack of potatoes—in the form of truffle french fries I was eyeing on the menu at our girl’s dinner.