Do Unto Others and They Will Totally Make Your Day

Willy,ever sharp in his black hat and suit

After the peace pole was planted in the ground, and after Let There Be Peace on Earth was sung, the parishioners started to disperse. There was a grassy hill to navigate down, and I noticed one of my favorite parishioners, Willy, standing there. He is an older gentleman, and not wanting him to lose his step on the way down the incline I walked over and casually hooked arms as we walked down the hill. He looked delighted. That’s one of the great things about Willy. He always makes you feel like he’s tickled to see you.

We made it down the hill, arms linked, and as we got to the door, he said, “My mother always told me to help people. Whenever I saw an older person, she said, go help them. One day you’ll need help and someone will help you.”

He smiled at me and said, “You made it come true!”

I already adored him, but that is how Willy officially melted my heart on Sunday.

Such a sweet, sweet man.

13 moon walk 4 peace

Today at Unity Center of the Heights, we had visitors from 13 moon walk for peace, a group who walks the globe, bringing a message of love. 13 moon walk for peace goes into places many of us wouldn’t dare go, letting people who often feel forgotten know they are seen.

Everybody wants to be seen.

The group is leaving behind peace poles, creating a trail across the country. Their goal is to awaken the heart of America.

Audri Scott Williams spoke for the group today, and one of the things which moved me is she’s brought her elderly mother who has Alzheimer’s along on this walk across the nation.

Be it Alzheimer’s, or autism, the tendency sometimes is to not bring them along because they might be disruptive. I love inclusion.

Audri Scott Williams asked today, “What does peace mean to you?”

I’d love to hear your response to the question in the comments.

En-lak’ech Ala-kin

On Sunday at church, Rev. Tony gave a talk about the concept of “what I see in other people is actually something active in myself.”

He spoke of “form vs. content,” a concept in A Course in Miracles, and gave this example: Two people are at a party, both of them feeling unworthy. One might retreat into a corner and hope no one notices them. The other, having the same sense of unworthiness might feel the need to call all the attention to themselves, wearing a lampshade on their head, etc. The “form” is different, but the “content” is the same.

He went on to say, any time you feel an emotional charge around a person or a situation…whatever you dislike about them, is active in you. You might express it differently, but the underlying emotions are there. The classic example which came to mind for me is the bully/victim relationship. Both feel weak and afraid. The bully deals with feelings of weakness, by picking on someone else who appears vulnerable.

And isn’t it always the cheaters who are the jealous ones? Show me a very jealous person and I’ll show you someone who can’t be trusted. Hello mirror.

The following video is the meditation which followed Rev. Tony’s talk. He asks you to picture someone you hold a grievance against. It starts out dark, for meditation, and then lights go up as the music starts.

A year ago Riley helped me overcome my fear of singing. Around seven minutes in, Riley and I get up on stage with our friend Kathy and sing a song we heard while taking part in Ohio treasure Hal Walker’s Intergenerational Peace Choir a few months ago. Walker wrote it based on a Mayan greeting, En-lak’ech Ala-kin, which means, “I am you, and you are me.”

I am your self.

The great news is, it works both ways. It’s not just grievances. The good you see in others is active in you. The beauty you see in others is the beauty in you. The kindness is your kindness. The love is your own love reflected back.

Come meditate with us, won’t you? Come here us sing. It’s not perfect, but I guarantee, what you see in it will be the perfect reflection of you.


* You can download Hal Walker singing this song and more Hal Walker music at CD Baby. Or visit his website for more info on Hal and his music.

Would the teenage part of yourself be happy with who you are now?

Last night I had the good fortune of seeing Troubadours of Divine Bliss at Unity Center of the Heights. They are hard to explain. Kind of like The Indigo Girls but their songs mostly speak of Divine love, and with an accordion.

They were awesome! I have to say, I’ve been manifesting so many wonderful things as of late. I’d never heard of this band before, and suddenly there I was, blissing out listening to their inspiring music! Honoring the concept of Law of Attraction, whenever I am enjoying something lately, I’ve taken to appreciating myself for manifesting it. Go me! I figure I blame myself enough when things go wrong, it’s only fair to take credit when they go right!

During the set, they mentioned a question asked of them in a recent interview:

Would the teenage part of yourself be happy with who you are now?

Food for thought, no?

Not trying to sound conceited, but I believe my teen self would think I’m awesome. I have busted through so many barriers. Physically, mentally, educationally, financially, emotionally, spiritually. My teenage self didn’t think she was worth a damn. She had no idea Who She Was.

I’ve become the parent my teen self wished she’d had. I say that not with blame, or to inflict shame. My parents were 17 and 18 when they married. My father suffered horrible abuse as a child. My mother carried her own pain. They were unhealed kids, hoping the other would fix it, and neither had any tools.

Back to me….LOL. I’m so much more free now than when I was a teen, and I keep on growing in that area. Riley did that. Oh how I fought against it at first, but my daughter taught me how “different” can bring great freedom with it. She can’t be like everybody else. It’s not what she came here to do. Parenting her like “everyone else” was never going to work. Letting go has brought such richness to our experience.

My teenage self was dealing with so much. She acted tough, but she was always so afraid. I think she’d be happy to know I led her safely to 42. I think she’d love the kids. She always loved kids. I think she’d tell me to dress cooler and wear more jewelry. She’d appreciate HT’s integrity, and love who he is as a father. She’d insist I dance more.

I think she’d say, “You’re doing good.”

She knows proper grammar, but has never been a stickler for it. Kind of an “in your face” to a system that underestimated her.

She’d be glad I write.

She had a lot to say.

The Morning Song, Rickie Byars-Beckwith

One of the most poignant moments during the recent Great Lakes Unity Music Conference was when Rickie Byars-Beckwith asked if anyone had recently experienced the transition of a loved one. Two women stepped forward, both from our local Unity congregation. Both had experienced painful losses. Rickie had us form a circle around the two. She stepped into the center with them, and rested a hand on each of their shoulders. We huddled around raising our hands toward them and began to sing Rickie’s gorgeous Morning Song.

It is call and response, we’d only practiced it a couple of times, not knowing what was to come of it during this workshop.

So imagine you have experienced a great loss, and sixty people form a loving cocoon around you, and Rickie Byars-Beckwith’s soulful voice leads them in singing,

The spirit of God is all that I am now.

Don’t worry about me, now I am alright.

That body I had, let it fade into the light.

I am more than flesh, I am more than time.

We are more than flesh, we are more than time.

No I could not do, what I could not see.

Lift up my name, for what I tried to be.

Don’t worry about me, now I am alright.

That worry you have, let it fade into the light.

The spirit of God is all that I am now.

The spirit of God is all that we are now.

If I could not do what I could not see,

lift up my name for what I tried to be.

And don’t you worry ’bout me, now I am alright.

That body I had let it fade into the light

The spirit of God is all that I am now 

and so on…  

Tears streamed down the faces of the two women in the center, one repeated over and over, “Thank You, Thank You, Thank You,” as we sang, her hands raised high, her body visibly releasing so much grief.  She’d had significant losses, including that of her son in the last year.  

The other woman’s face beamed as if the love was just being poured in through the top of her head. She stood there, eyes closed, tears coming down, positively lit up.

I came across the video below in my Internet travels this morning. Rickie Byars- Beckwith and Tim McAffee Lewis will be at The Omega Institute in July.  If you feeled called to go, do. It is a life changing experience.


Rickie Byars Beckwith “Morning Chant” from Omega Institute on Vimeo.

She’s Back














After feeling progressively worse for the last six months or so, our beautiful daughter is back. The sweetness is back. Two weeks ago she could not climb this play structure. The anxiety had her shrieking by the first rung. Now she can.

Requests to get dressed, or get her shoes on, or brush her teeth, or do virtually any activity of daily living are no longer being met with blood curdling screams. She’s coping with her emotions. She’s aware of other people and their feelings. Who She Really Is, is being allowed to shine through.

The other morning, I wasn’t feeling well. Todd found her in the kitchen adamantly trying to squeeze a tea bag into a cold cup of water. She didn’t know to heat it first but she was trying to take care of me. She’d already made me a card. All this on her own.

We don’t do a sign of peace at church. This church hugs it out. The past two weeks, Riley circulated all over the congregation, (by herself) greeting people, offering hugs. Yesterday was birthday Sunday, where all the birthdays of the month go up to the front and she bopped right up there, took the mic, told everyone how old she is, and enjoyed being serenaded with the birthday song.  Todd and I were just shaking our heads.

Yesterday morning, I asked her to fill out thank you notes from her birthday gifts, and she sat down and did it, with gusto. No talking her into it. No meltdown. No help needed. No “I don’t want to,” or “It’s too hard,” or “I’ll do it later.”

I am not kidding, the last 6-9 months, every little thing, EVERY THING was a huge production. Todd and I were hanging on by a thread. It wears on you over time and you start to lose your compassion. You start to lose your mind. Our house had gone to pot. No energy for deep cleaning, or yard work. It was hell for us, and even harder for Riley. Seth suffered too.   

Three weeks ago I was dejected. I was giving up hope. I know that’s why my sister came. She just knew I needed help.

Todd called from work one day a few weeks ago and told me to look outside. There was a huge rainbow arching across the sky visible from our backyard. Todd was at the hospital, eight stories up, five miles away, right there in the sky with it.

Part of me gasped, I wanted to hope, so much. Part of me was like, eff the rainbow, I am so tired. This is no way to live. I admit to immediately flashing to a certain biblical review (hello M) and the absurdity of a God who would annihilate just about everyone and then offer “hope” in the form of a rainbow. Sorry Charlie, I don’t believe that.

I don’t know if it is the gluten free/dairy free diet. I don’t know if it is the new supplements. I don’t know if it is luck. Or prayer. It all coincides with the new doctor, so it seems we were right to make the leap.   

I don’t know why it has been so hard, but I do feel there is a reason. I’m being called to do something, and I could not do it well without really knowing the darkness. I mean, we’d known darkness, but it had been a while. Riley is being called too. Her story is hers to unfold.

This on-line community buoys me. I appreciate all of you so much. Thank you for coming back time and again. Thank you for caring about this girl, this family.

My baby is ten and she’s back.

Thank you for celebrating with us as we emerge.


I had an experience at church on Sunday…

The love of God is loving me

and resting in the love of God

I know that all is well.

                                                                   -Rickie Byars-Beckwith


Sunday I got to bring my sister to church! She’s a Unity person too, though the town she lives in does not have a strong Unity community, so it was wonderful for her to be able to join us for the service.

Rev. Hank talked about something called neuro-linguistic programming(NLP). He described the concept like this, you think of a really happy and good moment, and get into a wonderful positive zone over it, and then combine the memory or vision with a physical movement, such as an ear tug, or maybe tapping a finger on the back of your hand, something subtle you can do without drawing too much attention to yourself, creating a physical sensation in the body. You practice this good thought combined with the physical gesture, and in short time you will be able to snap yourself out of a negative spin by merely doing the gesture. The good feeling will be triggered by the gesture alone. 

Interesting concept. I sat there listening, and of course wondering how I might be able to teach Riley this, to help with her anxiety.

After the talk, and meditation, Kathy Sullivan, our music director, led us in an “experience” in song.  Because just hearing or singing a song ain’t enough for Kathy. We gots-ta experience it! She taught us a Rickie Byars-Beckwith song, the lyrics,  

The love of God is loving me

and resting in the love of God

I know that all is well.


The grace of God is grace in me.

and resting in the grace of God

I know that all is well. 

Love of God. Grace of God. Peace of God, and so on, add a word. Then, as the music played, Kathy instructed us to go back in our minds, and find a memory when we absolutely knew all was well, and to connect it with a physical gesture, ala NLP. Eyes closed, with my sister on my right, I immediately flashed back to a memory of an Easter when I was about five or six years old. My grandmother had lovingly and joyfully made us matching dresses, and I knew, we were beautiful. My sister and me. No doubts about my worthiness. No doubts about my body. No doubts about my place in the world. I was just reveling in our awesomeness, and in Gramma’s love. Strutting around in the sunshine, happy to be me.

Now, I am an easy meditator. I’ve been doing it a long time, and can usually let the thoughts go, and slip into stillness in a heartbeat. But this time, sitting there beside my sister, eyes closed, I had the memory of the dresses, and a flashing white light was happening behind my eyes, a rapid on and off, and I felt my gramma right there with us. She made her physical transition in 1997, but I felt her, as clearly as if she’d been sitting there beside us. I also somehow felt she had put the idea in Kelli’s head to hop in her car and pay us this surprise visit. Feeling my grandmother’s presence so strongly, and feeling her love again on a visceral level, brought tears streaming down my face, and as I came out of the “experience” I reached over and held my sister’s hand. Later that evening, a healing between us would take place.  

(And yes I did my little NLP gesture during the “experience” and it will remain a subtle and private move)! 

Easter dresses








I searched and searched and finally gave up trying to find the photo. Of course once I let go trying to find it, it turned up. Left to right it’s me, our young mom, my brother Christopher, and my sister Kelli. Note the special hand knitted pom-pom on my hat, and Kelli’s fancy bag, and of course our knee socks. BTW, I have not seen my brother Chris in a tie since, with the exception of his wedding day.

What a memory! What an experience! What a weekend! What a church!



The love of God is loving me

 and resting in the love of God

I know that all is well.


I Love Myself So Much…

At the concert Friday night, our encore was a very simple bouncy little song they sing at the Agape International Spiritual Center(and at our church too), about how you can’t love anyone else unless you love yourself. The choir went into the audience and we picked random people to sing to, and they sang back, and we all kept switching partners, and the whole place was singing, and dancing and smiling. People just lovin’ themselves so much! So they could love others so much! And on and on.

Look at the darling little partner Seth found for himself. These are the lyrics we were all singing to each other…

I love myself so much,
So I can love you so much,
So you can love you so much,
So you can start loving me.

Of course it is easier for them, being so fresh from God. It’s more of a challenge for adults to hold hands with a stranger and sing,”I love myself so much.”

Most of us have been conditioned to listen to outside voices, telling us we’re not lovable. Not worthy. Not good enough how we are. I love myself so much? Please.  

But one woman I met at the conference shared how she’s come to see self-love as a Divine mandate, because as the song says, you can’t love anyone else without it. 

I love myself so much,
So I can love you so much,
So you can love you so much,
So you can start loving me.


Everything is Holy Now

I bought the 21st Agape Choir Anniversary CD over the weekend. A lot of the songs we sang at the conference are on it, and they are all inspiring, but one song I’d never heard before just blew me away.

God bless Google, the artist who performs it is Faith Rivera and it’s on her website for you to listen to, just because you are so totally beautiful and good.

Happy Mother’s Day. Everything is holy now.


Great Lakes Unity Music Conference With Rickie Byars-Beckwith and Tim McAfee-Lewis

“When the praises go up, the blessings come down.

When love goes out, that’s when love comes in.”

I had more fun last night, more joy than I ever remember having. The Great Lakes Unity Music Conference wrapped up with a concert. People from all over the country took part. We met each other on Wednesday, and by Friday evening we had ourselves a choir.

Under the direction of Rickie Byars-Beckwith and Tim McAfee-Lewis, magic was made. There were around 200 people in attendance, and all of them were on their feet. The energy in the room was electric.

Let’s talk about Rickie. Musical genius. Divinely inspired. Powerful. Gentle. Loving. So loving. So cool. Seriously, the “cool” factor in Ricky is otherworldly. She is the music director of the Agape International Spiritual Center in LA. The wisdom this woman carries in her stride! Being in her presence was such an honor. She is married to Rev. Michael Beckwith.


Tim McAfee-Lewis is Rickie’s right hand man, and he is brilliant. To meet him is to fall in love. He is so pure, and honest, and passionate. He is an open pipeline, just allowing God to flow through him and you can’t help but “catch” it when you are near him. Being directed by him in a choir was a transcendent experience. He gives EVERYTHING, and you just want to, have to, give it back to him. He has this rare combination of sweetness and power. His light is so very bright.

Everyone adored him, but as Seth’s mama, I will forever extra love him and hold him in my heart. You see, he and Seth share a particular teeth chattering “tic.”  Rickie described Tim’s tics as spirit flowing through his body and having out. Isn’t that nicer than calling it a disorder?

The first night of the conference I came home and found Seth upstairs huddled in his bed, afraid of the thunder and lightening outside his bedroom window. Snuggling up with him under his covers, I shared,

“Seth, I met a man tonight, who is an amazing choir director, and an amazing singer and dancer, his name is Tim and guess what? He has the teeth chatter. “

Seth’s eyes went big. He beamed. He’d never heard of anyone else who did that.

Since he was feeling scared of the storm, I taught him one of the Rickie Byars-Beckwith songs we’d learned that evening,

“All is well, all is well, everybody catch that all is well.”

We took it to his fears.

“In my bed, all is well, everybody catch that all is well.”

“In the rain, all is well, everybody catch that all is well.”

“The grass is thirsty, and all is well. Everbody catch that all is well.”

“Seth is safe, Seth is safe. Everybody catch that all is well.”

“Seth, Tim thinks of his tics as Spirit moving through him.”

“That’s just how I feel,” Seth said.

“It’s a little different from how doctors see it, isn’t it?”

He nodded.

“Which way feels better to you?”

“Spirit,” he grinned.

He went to sleep happy, thinking about a man who was kind of like him.

The next day I tapped Tim’s elbow, and briefly told him about my boy, and how much it meant for Seth to hear about him. He was so gracious.

Then, Kathy( the music director at our church whose vision brought this conference together) suggested I bring Seth to see Tim in action. She thought it would be a powerful experience for him. So Seth joined us for the last hour of the workshop on Thursday. He clapped and danced and sang his little heart out.


The concert was last night, but my feet are still a foot off the ground. Music is so healing. It is one of the only things in my life that allows me to be 100% present. Music with 60 other like minded, beautiful, dancing, joy-filled, talented people, being directed with so much love…was like nothing I’d ever experienced.

Todd drove the kids home after the performance. I left about twenty minutes behind them, and got caught in another nighttime thunderstorm on my way home. Visibility wasn’t good so I pulled over in a big empty parking lot and decided to turn off the car.

As I sat watching the storm, adrenaline continued to course through my body, and I allowed joyful tears to come.

I felt like I’d finally accepted my invitation to the party.

“Oh Let Me Live in a Wholly Holy Way”

Last week was the first day in a new session of clay class after spring break. Riley had a hard time again. The start of anything new is a trigger for her. The clay was wet, and it stuck to her rolling pin. She didn’t want help, because she didn’t want to be treated “like a baby.”  She ran from the room, screaming.

Jingle was with us. Riley would pet her and start to calm down, only to escalate again over fear of “falling behind” due to being out in the hall, dealing with her strong feelings.  

It went around and around. 

Today at Girls on the Run (yes we’re in week eight of a new session) Riley had a hard time. In a lesson about body image, the girls drew outlines of each other on the blacktop with chalk, but her chalk didn’t show up because it was too dark. And she was uncomfortable because it was too hot, and the sun was too bright, and then she knelt in a wad of gum, and imagine the germs! She ran away from the group screaming several times. Then she became upset because she hadn’t done as many laps as everyone else, and you know the drill.

Around and around.

Both times, last week and today, when she was melting, I sat with my daughter, not close enough to hover, and let her be. I didn’t try to persuade her to go back.

She was baffled by my silence. In between her fretting and sobs she asked, 

“Mom are you mad at me?”

“No Dolly, I’m not,”  I assured her.   

Both times, last week and today, as she was going around and around with herself, a song was going around and around in my head like a mantra.  

It’s a Rickie Byars song we sing at church, led by our music director, Kathleen.  

Ricky Byars Beckwith, is the musician leading the Great Lakes Unity Music Conference next month here in Cleveland(see my blog roll to the right for info on that).  

Oh let me love in a wholly holy way.

Oh let me learn, from all the ways I fail.

Oh let me walk, each day a little kinder.

Oh let me walk, each day a little wiser.

Oh let me live in a wholly holy way.

Oh let me love in a wholly holy way.

Fill in the verb.

Walk, listen, love, live, soothe, speak,write,sing.

Let me do it in a wholly holy way.

Oh let me mother in a wholly holy way.

And I did.

I’m happy to report both times, last week and today,

I did.

Fear of Singing

We woke up. The kids found their Easter Baskets, and hunted for eggs. Riley and I were to be at the church by 9:00 to rehearse for the 11:00 service. At about 8:30 she started complaining her stomach hurt. She had been sick with a flu bug for a few days and I knew she meant it when she said she didn’t feel well. But she wanted to go. She wanted to sing! She wanted to do her solo. So we went.

Upon walking into the sanctuary, she saw the other kids, and froze like an animal being led to the slaughter(pre-Temple Grandin). She’d forgotten about the kids. Grown ups she feels safe with. Most adults she comes in contact with are loving and supportive. With kids, you just never know, and she didn’t know these kids well. We missed some rehearsals because she was sick. Therefore, she’d only ever rehearsed the solo with the children’s choir director, not the whole group. Things were different, and that is hard for her.

Riley got up on the stage and back down again about five times during rehearsal. She went for a walk with Betse the children’s choir director, who coached her on creating a safe space for herself. Betse told her she didn’t need to do the solo, everyone would still love her just as much, no matter what. One time Riley got up on stage and looked like she was doing well. She was engaged! But no, she no longer wanted the solo.

But this girl had claimed that solo! No one had even suggested it. She just knew it was hers and asked for it. I hated for her not to do it. I didn’t want her to regret it or be disappointed in herself.

Kathleen the director looked around, trying to figure out who would do it.

Mommy mode kicked in.

“I’ll do it,” I said.

I thought if we did it together it might work. Riley was thrilled. She stood on stage holding my hand, and we rehearsed some more. My heart soared for her!

Then she looked at the other kids.

And began to fret.

She whispered, “What if they think I’m a baby and need my mom up here with me?

In her sweet little Easter dress, she started doing the silent jumping, ramping up into meltdown mode.

Meanwhile, time was ticking away. I knew the solo better then anyone from practicing with Riley. The choir was counting on us.

This might be a good time to reiterate my absolute fear of singing in public. I’ve been in choirs here and there, my whole life, always hiding in the background. Support staff. I’m comfortable there, where other stronger singers hit the cues and the high notes, and no one notices if my voice cracks. Singing one on one with Riley was going to be a stretch for me. Way out of my comfort zone, but I’d do it for her.

Rehearsal went on and Riley became more and more upset. More adamant about not doing the solo, or a duet. During a bathroom break, I told her, “Riley, I’ve never sung by myself before, and I’m nervous, so I really need your support. Can you just stand up there with me?” She said she would, and honestly when push came to shove I thought she’d join in.

Time was up.

Todd and Seth and Jingle came in and sat down. As the service started, I alternated between wanting to faint, and having a straight talk with myself. Who cares if you screw up? This is about teaching your daughter by example. How can you expect her to face her fears if you aren’t willing to do so yourself?

During the service, announcements were made and there was a nod to the choir and a mention of a solo being performed by “Michelle O’Neil.” Todd did a cartoon-ish double take. Eyes wide. I averted my eyes and couldn’t look at him the rest of the time. He thought maybe they messed up and really meant Riley. He knew I would not have volunteered for a solo.

Right about this time, I became aware of feeling majorly duped. On a metaphysical level it was as if Riley’s soul and Kathleen’s (the music director who knows my fear) were colluding to get me over a major block, using my love of Riley to do it. I also became aware of feeling like I might pee my pants. Also, did it have to be the most crowded service of the year? Easter Sunday? C’mon! Things were snowballing out of control!

The song featuring “Riley’s” solo came right after a meditation in which Rev. Tony referred to all of us as being “the perfect child of God.”

Enough of this already.
You are a grown woman.

A mother.

Calm down, and sing like “the perfect child of God” you are.

And then we were up.
And then I was up.
Riley stood beside me, but it was not a duet.
She patted my arm, and smiled.
She was so proud.

She supported me.

And the mic didn’t come on for a few seconds. And I was shaky. And I don’t think I quite got the high note at first. But the second time I did.

At 41 years old, this is the first time I have ever done a solo in my life.

Riley beamed.

During the fast part she looked at the other kids and opted not to do the hand motions we’d practiced because they weren’t doing them. Annoying, but age appropriate, not wanting to be different.

Immediately after church her stomach ache was gone and she does not appear to feel the least bit disappointed in herself for not doing the solo she insisted was hers. 

The whole thing still feels a bit blurry.

I wouldn’t believe it myself if Todd hadn’t recorded the whole thing.

This is me being brave. This is me being a mother.

I’m scared to post it, but that’s why I need to post it.

Thank you for listening.


Lovingly yours,


Great Lakes Unity Music Conference

Unity Center in Cleveland Heights is hosting what is sure to be an inspiring music conference May 5,6,& 7. Ricky Byars Beckwith and Tim McAfee Lewis from the Agape International Spiritual Center in Culver City, California will be leading the gathering. If you are interested in personal growth through music, come to Cleveland and partcipate!

There will be a concert at the end of the conference May 7th which will include particpants of the workshop. 

7PM. $25.00 at the door.

It’s going to be fantastic! Register quickly because space is limited.