Nuts & Bolts

I grew up in Colorado.  Came out to Washington state to go to university where I completed a B.S. in literature.  I went to graduate school in Melbourne Australia and received an M.A. in Anthropological Linguistics.  I was then accepted into a PhD program at the University of Nebraska and was planning to help start an Indigenous Literature department when life took a turn.

I wanted to have kids but I also wanted to be a professor.  I scheduled a weekend away by myself in the solitude of the San Juan Islands and on the morning of the 3rd day I heard God say to me very clearly better to be a young mom and an old professor than a young professor and an old mom. 

That made complete sense to me. And off I went.

Life Takes a Turn

A year after the birth of my daughter, friends started asking me to help them choose color for their homes. At the time we had recently purchased a home with a grey and white interior that I can only describe as the color of dust and it looked dreadful in the pouring rain, so I got rid of that and added color to every room.  People liked it, and the next thing you know, I’m an interior designer.



I didn’t really start MOLLYWOOD, MOLLYWOOD started me.

Interior design led  to website design, graphic design, logo design, and landscape design which eventually led to architectural design, which I loved so much, I specialized in residential interior & architectural design for years.  

Simultaneously, starting in 2000, I maintained a busy practice as a medical intuitive.  One doesn’t work as an intuitive without a lengthy backstory.  Mine is just that, a lengthy story.  Suffice it to say, offering spiritual guidance and information led to coaching.  I am naturally patient, empathetic, curious, and compassionate and I love helping people, so this was an easy fit.  But after 9 years of dispensing advice and thoughts, I got out of the vending machine business.  I didn’t particularly like it, though I was told that I was good at it, because it didn’t feel in alignment with God’s will for me.

In the early 2000s I also became a painter and photographer.  I had a studio in downtown Seattle in Pioneer Square and I used to wander around and take photos of anyone who asked and send it to them for free in order to learn and practice.

I have always been a person who prays and meditates (daily) and I believe in God and the supernatural realm the same way I believe in trees.  There’s a tree, don’t you see it?

Over the course of 20 years, I just kept saying ‘yes.’  God would send people and projects my way and I would throw myself into it, read everything I can, practice, observe, and learn to the best of my ability.  After a 4 year break from coaching I felt God nudging me to go back into it. I did, and quickly became known as someone who worked well with trauma and crisis.  Under this umbrella, I had front row seats at life’s most painful realities and here is where I learned, in no uncertain terms, that pain and trauma is the doorway to your soul and through it you have the opportunity to know yourself, know God, transform, and live an inspired life.

Be careful about asking for a pain free life.  You run the risk of being the most boring person you know.

I am frequently asked, how do you do it?  How do you listen to so much pain day in a day out and not feel sad or become burdened? Put simply, because I don’t do it.  God does it, whatever “it” is.  I simply show up.  Years ago before I fully understood the magical space that occurs between human beings and God, I did sometimes feel responsible or burdened.  Now I just allow that creative force to occur and I pay attention to it.

A young kid wearing red

Thinking about thinking

I’ve spent my life thinking about thinking, personally, professionally, and academically.  I’ve done this because on any given day I have so many thoughts.  However, most of them are bogus.  Or totally unproductive.  Or rude or mean, or unfair and inaccurate.  At least, this is how my thoughts used to be.  They are no longer like that.

I found this photo of me covered in dust in my mom’s garage.  I threw out the old glass frame and took a photo of the photo. As a little kid, I was a runner.  I loved to run.  When I first found my kid self covered in dust in the garage, I cringed. I felt sad and wondered who cut my hair.  But then I saw the glean in her eye.  Cheeky little half grin as if to say bet against me.  I dare ya. My dad used to say that I reminded him of a big horn sheep.  Little molly with big horns chrashing my way up the mountain head first.

I think back to all the years I ran track and year after year you learn to prefect one thing:  how to resource all bodily effort to move forward as quickly as you can.

That’s it.  Your arms, your breath, your knees, your blood…everything is in motion to move you forward in the most efficient, effective, stream lined way.

‘Imagine a guy with his elbows and knees flying every which direction as he heads down the track.  He isn’t going to be the fastest bloke out there.  Years ago it occurred to me that my mind was like that:  3 steps forward, 4 steps back, 2 steps forward, 8 steps sideways.  Herding mental cats on a daily basis.  Its exhausting and unproductive and you don’t get anywhere.  Why do you think Jesus is a Shepard and not a cruise director? 

Remember how the story goes: 2 men are standing in a field shoulder to shoulder, facing the same direction.  “Whoowee!” they say simultaneously. One sees all the problems: its too much, too flat, too dry.  Too much work.  Not enough time.  What a sham. The other man sees everything right with it:  there’s so much here!  Its not boggy.  So much space!  Perfect weather.  Easy access!

The moral of the story is:  which man is right?

Neither of course.  There is no ‘right’, there is your perception.  Which is governed by so many things:  your story, free will, your personality…can one change his perception?  Isn’t that what life is all about?

Why do you think we have an entire bible dedicated to the topic?  Even if you’ve never read the bible or don’t believe in it, it doesn’t mean that the tree fell and there was no sound.  It just means you weren’t there to hear it.

Imagination is your mind’s muscle.

It took me years to figure that out.

Why isn’t this said more plainly?

A quote from Albert Einstein

Goals & Moving Forward

Look ahead.  Don’t look back. Keep moving forward.

The story goes. “Remember not the former things, neither consider the things of old.  Behold, I will do a new thing; now it shall spring forth and you shall know it. I will even make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.” (Prophet Isaiah 43: 18-19)

I’ve taken a hiatus from design to go back to my first love: writing. 

During the many years of designing and coaching, I was also writing.  Every day.  There’s fiction, non-fiction, narrative non-fiction and poetry.  My hope for you my dear reader whoever you are–a client, a friend, or family–is that you are living an inspired life.  And that you, like Einstein, make a choice.  One “… that has made all the difference.”  Robert Frost.

Thousands of Pages

Ever wonder what you would know if you could go back and look at all the thoughts you ever had?

Me neither.  But well into my 2 year process of reviewing over 100 journals, I got a dose of perspective that has become an invaluable gift.   

Notice I said valuable, not easy.