Welcome to The Inner MIRROR blog! This blog will focus on my journey of self-reflection and introspection as I attempt to figure out who I am and who I want to be when I grow up; I am nearly 54 years old ;). Where I am headed, and what is blocking my path are not always very clear, but nonetheless I keep moving forward.

I have been practicing various forms of self-reflection and introspection for some time now. I have found that studying Taoism has aided me immensely. I have recently began reading the teachings of Buddha and adding such practices to my life. Nonetheless, I still feel lost at times. This may be because my inner mirror becomes dirty, cracked, broken, or shattered at times. However, I always seem to find the tools I need to repair it. Good thing too, because a gal cannot last long without her mirror no matter how flawed it is! :).

Daily Meds

This category will be the daily posts that I aspire to write. Many will be prompted by The Daily Prompt (WordPress), The Photo Challenge (WordPress), or some other musings from my exciting life journey into who I am, what I want to be, and where I am headed. If I go off my daily meds for too long, please check in and remind me to get back on them!! It’s never a good thing to go off daily meds for too long….

 Monthly Feature Posts

The Inner MIRROR will feature categories supporting a monthly post. The first category is titled “At the Bar”, which consists of musings and lessons I learn weekly during my weightlifting training. I have been lifting consistently since February 2016 and I absolutely love it. The changes in my physical and mental health have been phenomenal. Here is where I will sweat it all out for you!

The second category is titled “On the Rocks”, which consists of reflections and insights from my experiences as a newbie rock climber. I have just recently begun climbing both indoor and outdoor. Just from the few months I have been climbing, I have learned a lot about the sport and of myself. Here is where I will let it all tumble down!

Welcome to the path! I hope you find it as enlightening as I!!

ZENs – Zensory Experiences in Nature

My Lavender Harvesting ZEN. An example of a Zensory Experience in Nature. ZENs – fostering spiritual development in young children and adults. Connect with me to learn more about my ZENs project and mission! Facebook: Penned by LindseyAnn, LinkedIn: LindseyAnn, Instagram @pennedbylindseyann

via My Lavender Harvesting ZEN – Zensory Experiences in Nature (ZENs) — EARLY CHILDHOOD EDU-PLAY-TION

Imagine A Garden…

Just Imagine!! A Garden that Cultivates the Garden Within while cultivating gardens in the outer world! A Magical place for young children to develop spiritually as well as cognitively. Close you eyes. Just Imagine the possibilities!


rocksA garden for children ages 6 weeks through Kindergarten

A garden that nurtures through nature, the mind, body, and Spirit of children and their families

A garden in which children and families engage in transformational learning by connecting to our natural world

A garden that enriches the mind, nourishes the body, and cultivates the Spirit through meaningful experiences, organic food, breathing, and meditation

Imagine a Garden…magic-door

Rooted in compassion, gratitude, kindness, and generosity

A garden where speaking the truth, and respecting life, mind, body, and property are revered

A garden where personal reflection is emphasized while engaged with the natural world

A garden where children and families learn gardening and green living practices

Blue Hen Falls, Cuyahoga Valley National Park, OhioImagine a Garden…

A garden where children learn the foundational building blocks of becoming globally aware citizens, practicing acceptance of diversity, collaboration between diverse cultures, sustainability education, and care for the earth and humanity

A garden where the…

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Could you Please just throw me a piece of fruit! Even if it’s just a Blueberry!

It has taken me a week to be able to sit down and write this post, not completely sure that I am comfortable sharing such a raw moment in my life. However, to anyone who chooses to read this, I hope that you will draw some inspiration and comfort from my experience.

Last week I hit a spiritual low. Snake’s belly low. Crisis of faith low. Pitch dark, sobbing, img_2110-001not able to catch my breath low. Clutching a pillow to my chest as if it were a life vest low.

A few words from a text, that in my heart I knew were false, sent me in a downward spiral to a place so dark. A place I’ve only ever been once before, about a year ago.

For hours I sat on the floor, death grip on the pillow, paralyzed by fear and doubt, desperately counting my gratitude amidst audible sobs and pleas for help. Questioning what I’m missing, what I’m not seeing. Am I a fool? Who do I think I am? Doubts, doubts, doubts and more doubts. Fear at its ugliest. Asking… no, pleading really… for awareness and clarity. Just hit me over the head if you must! What the #*@& am I missing?

Sitting with such pain and fear is necessary, according to Buddhist practice, for pain and fear are our teachers. And so I sat….and sat….and sat, clinging to what minute ember of faith I could feel, until I was at least able to begin to breathe normally again.

While clarity and strength took days to resurface, I managed to pull myself together to run a necessary errand. If I could have put it off a day, believe me I would have. But it was meant for me to do that day, and at that specific moment, no matter the emotional wreck I was at the time.

Still red-eyed from crying, and disheveled, I drove down the road toward my destination, and in the perfect timing that is Universe, I looked up into the trees along the side of the road and saw my spirit animal. A Red-Tailed Hawk.

My Spirit Animal – Aumakua
  • Digression – These hawks are very prevalent in my area, however, I never noticed them with any level of awareness until after my mother died, nearly 11 years now. Since then, I am aware of their presence and see them when I am in most need of reassurance and comfort. Just the day before I had seen three! The first was on my way to a meeting and two more on the way home from the meeting! Needless to say, it was a great meeting. Sometimes their presence is a surprise beacon, like just yesterday, and then I know that I am on the correct path.

Once home, I spent the remainder of the day perilously reaffirming my blessings, meditating, and focusing on my breathing, struggling to remain only in the present moment, mantras running through my mind, as if on auto-pilot.

Feeling completely shattered, fiercely wanting to retreat into hermit mode, I was mulling over canceling my training for the week. However, when morning dawned, I decided it might be beneficial to go and throw some heavy weight around. I did and it was exactly what I needed, add in some poignant therapy from the best trainer in the world!

peaceMore clarity came from sharing my breakdown with her, perilously keeping the tears at bay as best I could. At the end of our session, she summed up part of the crisis by revealing that I have not yet received any fruit from my arduous toil along this journey. That, and my spiritual fruit was less than fresh!

Aha, yes, I need a piece of fruit! Any piece of fruit. Even if it’s just a blueberry! A cherry! A raspberry! Could you please just throw me a piece of fruit! While I am waiting on the watermelon (I know to expect miracles) 😉 I am starving for any piece of fruit to sustain me until the harvest.

And now a week later, I am stronger in faith, yet still expecting a watermelon but asking for a blueberry, cherry, or raspberry while enlightened enough to know that anotherRood-fruit-framboos-braam-en-blauwe-bes-SXC crisis is inevitable. For each crisis is necessary to break down the ego a little more in order to strengthen our spiritual connection.

This I must do alone. I retreat into the darkness. I sit with the pain and the fear. I beg, plead, scream, and cry until exhausted, when finally silence then speaks its truth. Expect the watermelon, but here’s a blueberry for now.

A friend with whom I shared this experience asked why I hadn’t called her, or anyone. My answer is simply that I must sit with this alone. It is my journey. My path. My growth. My test. My awakening.

We all will experience times like this in our lives, but we must not expect, nor allow, someone to rescue us from it. They are incapable and it isn’t their responsibility. Some may benefit from comfort from a friend, and that is fine. But we all must push through the darkness and emerge on our own efforts, spiritually stronger than before.

Expect the watermelon but be grateful for the blueberry, cherry, or raspberry to sustain you until harvest. 




Book Update: Flat Tire and in Need of Assistance. Please Prepare Tow Trucks for Standby!! (Revised)

Well, it’s been awhile since I’ve posted here regarding my first children’s book. In fact, those of you who are most observant have noticed that I had removed the milestone marker from my sidebar that denoted the countdown to release. Look in the sidebar….it’s BACK!!


OK….it’s not this bad…LOL


In short, I hit an unexpected pothole that caused a flat tire this past January with word from my publisher that they were halting all production and were “in transition”. What that means for me is no book; they are not forthcoming with any additional information. What they have communicated is that they are working to place all authors with a new publisher….we shall see. In the meantime, I have decided to proceed with a new title and self-publish!


This new title is “The Safety Jewels”, in which we meet Kozette as she narrates her journey to school utilizing self-protection gems, forging her shield of self-defense. I am excited to be working with the talented Shari Brandt as the illustrator of my project.

This title is based on the guidelines from the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children in the US. Proceeds from US sales will support this organization’s efforts. In addition, because this title will be available on Amazon, hopefully by July but I’ll continue to post updates, it can be purchased outside the US on Amazon’s international sites. This is where I am in need of assistance from all of you that reside in countries other than the US, particularly Canada and Europe for now.

What is the national organization in your country that champions efforts to provide resources to combat this serious issue of missing and exploited children? If you could please either provide assistance through the comment box or visit my contact page and provide your assistance through that outlet, I would very much appreciate this. I would like to support these organizations through my Canadian sales and European sales respectfully.

Despite losing money to the previous publisher without receiving any book ☹, lessons learned, I am able to move this book project along,

flat tire
just need a tug and repair

just a bit stuck in a ditch at the moment and in need of some assistance in getting out. Prepare the tow trucks for standby!! A fundraising campaign may be in the works 🤔

Thank you to all of you for your continued support of this blog and along this maiden journey. I am hopeful that by summer we will be reading and enjoying this first book with the young children dear to us, as well as supporting those children suffering and less fortunate, but no less worthy and deserving, through the purchase of “The Safety Jewels”.


Book Review: Our Father (in other words)

A children’s book for grown-ups too


This past week I had the very distinct pleasure of sitting down with the author of the children’s book, Our Father (in other words), Penn Ketchum. I asked him to bring a copy of wp-1488734780053.jpghis book because admittedly I had not yet had the chance to get my hands on one and I very much wanted to read it. He obliged, giving it to me as a gift! Thank You!!

Mostly, I wanted to hear Penn’s story of his journey from concept to book in hopes of learning a few things to take along with me on my journey and learning what potholes in the road to avoid. Our chat was delightful and insightful, for both of us!

Upon returning home, I eagerly sat down to read his book. Barely into the first few pages, I realized just how beautiful and unique this work is.

Simplistic and Elegant. Traditional…

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My chosen road is usually paved by dirt, sand, leaves, or sticks and meant for travel on foot. If paved with macadam and meant for travel with a vehicle, my road travels through the wooded wonderlands of nature.

These are some photos that have crossed my path from various media outlets. Others I have taken with my phone while trekking through the woods. Many have appeared in other posts on my site. Some are brand new. Each one has whispered a unique message to my soul. Enjoy!!!

WPC: A Good Match: Feet in the Sand

Not just a “good match” but a “Perfect” match.

Anytime I am able to be in nature and contemplatively engage with her is a perfect day. Whether at the beach,  or in the woods, or sending a crag, I am one happy Zenbaby!

Why Are Ears Still Deaf?

2Once again a young life leaves this Earth too soon.

Talents and gifts uniquely bestowed, now forever gone.

Love and admiration poured out on ears now deaf.

Do we share this love when ears still hear, when hearts are beating and open to receiving?

If no, then we must surely begin!

If yes, why isn’t it enough?

If yes, why are ears still deaf? The heart still closed? The soul still famished?

If yes, why do they their precious life extinguish? They their flame snuff out?

What are we missing?

What do we not see? Not hear?

What are we ignoring?

What are we afraid to ask? Afraid to hear?

Are we unprepared to answer?

Where do we begin?

What changes must we make?

Do we even care of the stranger’s life, now lost?

1Vanished potential. Vanished passion. Vanished Solutions. Vanished gifts and talents.

Do we feel a deep remorse for the loss of a stranger, especially young, now forever gone?

Deep compassion must begin in us each!

For we are each a rare thread in the beautiful tapestry. A unique character in the awe-inspiring play. A particular instrument in the magnificent symphony.

Remove a thread, the tapestry is weakened

Remove a character, the play is incomplete

Remove an instrument, the symphony is off key

The masterpiece suffers, noticed only by the most attuned, yet all infinitely impacted.

Compassion, Connectedness, Vibrations of Love, may not be enough

Nonetheless, we must engage, for to not is surely death