I heard once, that the closer you are to your truest self the closer you become to the people whom you most admire. This measure of truth seems right-on as over the last twelve months I had many close encounters with those whom I adore. The story of my year was all about daring to stand in my own light to earnestly dig through one wide, messy and wild heart - my own - dusting off and examining the pieces in a bare pool of light, and sharing all that I found. In 2013, I came face to face with the Artist who was buried beneath years of words, the Space Holder who was at first uncertain and shy, and the divine Feminist, the phoenix rising, who's unapologetic, wise, and full of sass. There were strong themes of home, and connection, and vulnerability, and authentic passion, as well as a new path of motherhood as I surprisingly seemed to have emerged a survivor of toddlerhood and a decade of being a stay at home mom. Ultimately, I learned to make peace with fear. My word of