I was first an Artist & Teacher.  Through Spiritual Awakening & Self Development (mind - body - spirit) + Racial Identity Development, I became an Activist & Healer.  And now I am all of these, stepping forward into integration (head - heart - gut) and intention.

I taught K-12 art for 10 years.  Working at 5 different schools.  The last school I was at, was where I started my racial development.  And experienced an incredible growth cycle.  

*When I say Bubbles in the Hallway, or room for Bubbles, I am referencing a specific moment. 

The story goes like this...
It was towards the end of the school year.  I had been bringing my art classes outside to do my annual end of the year unit of Chalk art and Tape murals.  I would bring bottles of bubbles outside with us, as a fun element while we were working.  One of my students, a Black female, carried a bottle of bubbles in with her, as we reentered the school to head back to my room.  My room is no more than 50 feet from the front entrance.  Where the main offices are.  Class was still in session, so no one was in the hallway, except for my students and some adults passing through.  The Black, female student was still blowing bubbles, as she walked to my room from the outside to the inside.  A white female adult in the building, happened to see her, and decided it was necessary to stop her from blowing bubbles.  Because, it was a “safety hazard.”  “Some one could slip you know.”  Literally 10 steps into the building.  20 steps from my classroom.  This interaction happened.  It was in that moment, after all I had learned about race and systems and power dynamics.  That that interaction.  Felt insurmountable.  Jesus.  We can’t even have bubbles.  Or fun.  Or joy.  While in the institution of public school.  

So “Bubbles in the Hallway” represented (and still does for me) the oppressive systems in our lives.  The white supremacy system of politeness and rightness and can’t do that here.  Bubbles to me represent innocence, joy, fun and our innate humanity and dignity.  No bubbles for that student.  No bubbles for you.  No bubbles for me.  No bubbles for us.  NO BUBBLES IN THE HALLWAY.

I now have a tattoo with 5 different bubbles on my right thigh, that represents each school/district and that moment, that I realized…I can’t be in this any more.  I must find a different way to influence.  To liberate myself, and others.  And find ways and spaces that encourage, have space for, want to cultivate, bubbles in the hallway.  Or at least help steer folks towards wanting bubbles, that they deserve, desire and possibly just need permission to break free from conditioning, to even see “bubbles” as an option.

And so, LoveBubblesHeal is my framework in which I have found meaning and healing in my life.

These 3 pillars have been the base of my own experience, and therefore are the foundation of what I offer to my coaching and energy healing clients.