05/14/2025
Hi Friends,
In honor of Mother’s Day and tonight’s Full Flower Moon in Scorpio — a moon of transformation, truth, and deep soul blooming — I’m finally sharing something I’ve held close to my heart for over two decades.
💫 I just published my first blog post on my unpublished website— a dream born in me when I was pregnant with my twins nearly 22 years ago.
It’s called “The Rainbow Connection” and it’s my coming out — not just as a writer or a healer, but as a woman fully devoted to Love, to Spirit, and to walking her divine path out loud.
It’s also a reflection on the life-changing moment I experienced this past fall when my sweet Tones suffered a near-fatal stroke — and how, somehow, that sacred storm cracked me open and set me free.
I’ve been building my website: The House That Mama Runs — a virtual and physical sanctuary devoted to soul remembrance — but the internet isn’t moving fast enough for my heart tonight. So here I am, showing up in devotion and trust.
✨ If you're on the path of remembering...
✨ If you're craving meaning, softness, soul...
✨ If you long to live in alignment with your own Divine truth...
This is for you.
🌈 Read the post: (the website isn't even published yet- it's all a work in progress which I cannot contain a moment longer-read it below before the website is even born!)
🌈 The Rainbow Connection
My Coming Out
“Don’t you know yet? It is your Light that lights the worlds.”
— Rumi
There comes a time on the spiritual path when what was once a beautiful idea… becomes real.
It stops being just a philosophy you admire or a quote you pin to your wall, and begins to breathe inside of you — it wakes you up in the morning, sings through your thoughts, weaves itself into your relationships, your home, your work, your everything. You no longer want to just talk about it. You want to live it. Boldly. Fully. Out loud.
This is that moment for me.
This is me stepping out of the spiritual closet and into the light.
🔥 The Fire That Forged Me
On October 1st, 2024, my husband, Tony, suffered a near-fatal stroke.
That sentence still feels surreal to write.
He was sleeping beside me when it happened. At first, I thought it was a bad dream. Then a seizure. Then the terrifying truth hit me: he’s having a stroke. Within seconds, I moved. I acted. I called emergency services. I held space. I waited. I trusted. His head bobbed uncontrollably, his right side was paralyzed, and I stayed by his side — present, clear, grounded.
And I didn’t panic.
This was not the me who once ran around a Georgia pool deck like a crazed mama while my daughter nearly drowned (thank God for the nurse in the water who saved her that day). That moment haunted me for years — the guilt, the shame, the disbelief that I froze in fear when it mattered most. But this time? Something had shifted.
I knew what to do. And I did it.
Tony was in surgery 90 minutes later. And somewhere deep inside me, beneath the shock and pain and what-ifs, something else stirred: a strange sense of empowerment.
Because I knew — I knew — that this was my moment of freedom.
🕊 A Blessing in Disguise
Even as the events of that morning unfolded, some part of my soul recognized what was happening beneath the surface. I knew I had been dreading the last weekend in September for months — not because of the busy schedule or the events Tony and I had lined up, but because some deeper part of me already knew. The stroke was coming. And it would change everything.
That knowing didn’t make it easier, but it made it meaningful.
That morning cracked something open inside me.
It gave me permission to stop pretending.
To stop waiting.
To say yes — all the way yes — to the life I came here to live.
It was the moment I realized:
I can’t live in the matrix anymore.
I have to build The House That Mama Runs.
Now.
✨ The Moment My Soul Sang
A few months earlier, in February, I had received my Reiki attunements. The next morning, I woke up with a song in my head. Not just any song — The Rainbow Connection.
The first song from the first movie I ever saw in a theater. The Muppet Movie, circa 1980. I was four years old, sitting beside my aunt, watching Kermit the Frog in a swamp with a banjo. The music, the story — it stirred something even then.
“Why are there so many songs about rainbows,
And what’s on the other side?”
That song came back to me like a memory encoded in my soul. A whisper from my higher self. A message from Spirit: It’s time.
Time to follow the call.
Time to say yes.
Time to come out.
🌈 This Blog, This Space, This Life
So this blog post is not just a personal essay. It’s a soul proclamation.
It’s my coming out — not just as a woman with dreams, but as a woman on a mission from the Divine.
I’ve spent decades sensing, studying, healing, and remembering — quietly, behind the scenes. But now? I’m letting it be loud. I’m letting it be beautiful. I’m letting it be seen.
This blog — The House That Mama Runs — is a love letter to the soul.
It’s a sacred hearth for seekers, truth-tellers, spirit-walkers, and every human who feels like there’s something more inside them just waiting to be remembered.
🪷 My Prayer for You
I have a vision — a radiant, living vision — of all beings remembering the royalty within and returning home to themselves.
This blog is part story, part school, part sanctuary.
A modern mystery school. A devotional life, lived out loud. A reminder that Heaven on Earth isn’t a dream — it’s a choice we get to make. Every day. One thought at a time.
You don’t need to be perfect.
You don’t need to know everything.
You just have to feel the yes inside your chest and let it guide you.
So, beloved, I ask you…
Won’t you come along with me?
With all my love,
Lis
Mama, Mystic, Memory Keeper
Founder of The House That Mama Runs
