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and the honor goes to...part 2

This will be a series of posts in which I honor people who have made an impact in my life, both in my past and in my present. I am blessed to still have some of these people in my life; others have left this life for their next one; and still others are no longer a part of my close circle, yet still made a difference to me. I want to share them with you. I want to honor them. I want them to know how much I love and respect them. The second one is dedicated to my first spiritual mentor, Kathy O.


She is the most dynamic person that I have ever met. She just oozes Love through every one of her pores. And it isn't anything about what she does, it is who she is. I am convinced that even during the lowest times in her life, that she still exudes Love in every way. Her love for all others was beautiful to observe as she walked with me through life as a newlywed and as a new mom, all while walking through these same areas herself. She stretched me to want more, to desire more, in all areas, at all times. She taught me to open my mind to truth, not just what I had always been taught, but new revelations of who I was. Even today, I reflect on things that she would say and realize that she was so much wiser than I ever gave her credit for at the time. She is a forward thinker, a down to earth lover of all creation, a wonderful friend, and I am forever grateful that she was a part of my life. 

Thank you Kathy. I love you!

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