She was small but sturdy, this creature of the deep forest shadows and mossy glades. She was often sensed more than seen and only by those who sat quietly in open contemplation of the serenity to be found away from the hustle of modern life. Life, for her, was simple and rich. Thousands of pine needles and decaying leaves from seasons past muffled the forest floor, while minerals and nutrients swirled and danced in the river among the rocks; her world was magnificent and ever changing. She found it all quite delightful. 

Controlling the Gnarly Snarls of Shoulds is a tricky job at the best of times. They get that way for quite valid reasons as we navigate this complex, fast paced life. It is all too easy to feel ourselves sliding, which of course only adds to the stress. The Support Squad of the Sister Posse can make all the difference at these times. Bazhie, in particular, has the no-nonsense, yet sympathetic when warranted, routine down pat. Not to worry, she’s got this Gnarly Snarl for you. Go back to doing what you can. Things will be fine.