L.A.M.I. lives…
…okay wait. I am writing this, not my imagined hordes of media specialists along with my imagined hordes of PR peeps.
I live in a wee village on the outskirts of a rainy city in a country that spells with “u”s and “re”s as in neighbourhood, colour, theatre and metre. LAMI (Please say “Lambie” not Lame-y…who would want to be Lame-y?) are my initials and I think it’s cool to go by initials if it works. I’ve thought it cool since discovering SARK. Do you know SARK? She’s awesome!
I’m a woo-woo chick at heart with a (retired) background in cognitive mental health counselling so I get mixed up in what to believe. AND (using “and” instead of “but” is a big counsellor-type perspective change trick. You’re welcome…) being with Soul (Higher Self, Angels, God, Allah, Hecate, Jesus, Mother Earth… please insert your word here) is where I am happiest. I swear when I walk into a metaphysical/woo-woo store and smell the incense and feel the vibe my anxiety is dialed down like an old boombox.Please do reach out and say hi, ask questions and say nice things about this photo of me. That photoshoot -of one selfie- was exhausting and exhaustive… all for my peeps. You can reach me here.