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Let's do Coffee: Welcome to the Conversation about Inspiring Healing and Finding Wholeness

Hi and welcome to The Art of Onward !!

Let’s grab a coffee, or glass of wine - depending on time of day - and get to know each other.

I suppose I should go first, as host of this moment, though if you were in my home, I’d make you a vanilla latte, and would likely forget what I was doing, because I’d be so interested in who you are, where you are at today, how you are feeling right now, as we would celebrate the new friendship we both know is being planted in this moment.

Except! I’m here, and you’re there. So here I go:

My name is Jewelle. My last names no longer identify with me - long story we’ll get to soon I promise - so yes, I’m Jewelle :)

I’m a mother of two fabulous, empowered girls, who have saved my life more times than they know - again, more on that soon - with their support, love, and advice. Oh yes! Their insights are keen and sharp, and I, as their mother, could not be more proud of my daughters as I continue to learn from them.

My entire life has been filled with a burning desire to make the world a better place. I know, I know, we all want that, but for me it’s a calling, a mission if you will, a life purpose. So as I find myself in a position to share my journey toward healing, strength, and renewed hope, I pray I can somehow bring light to your heart in some way.

I have been waiting for my voice to be stronger, louder, bigger somehow, as I had a certain image of what life would be like, and found myself silent on many levels - silenced by the wait of being someone, something more - when my oldest daughter looked at me and said “Mom, you’re writing a book, right?” “Yes.” “How’s that coming?” “Pretty good actually” and then she said these words, 8 months ago …

“You could help a lot of people, you know, if you did a blog.”

Stunned. I had never thought of this before. Sure I’ve read other people’s, but to share my own? Truth is, although my journey has been excruciating, life threatening, and the most difficult desert journey I’ve experienced, I know I am not the only person to be faced with this scenario of grief, betrayal, and the abrupt end to all I thought my life had been, was now, and would be.

I am not the only person to find myself kneeling on the living room floor, gasping for air, crying what I call blood tears, unable to do anything but hunt oxygen one desperate moment after another.

I am not the only person to find myself so broken, but I hope the isolation, the silence, the bone deep loneliness of my fierce fight to return to the light is not a