Hey there,

My name is Arielle. This is my cattle dog/border collie Hobbes. 

Someone recently told me that our identities are like necklaces, that each part of us we discover is a new bead adding to the beauty and complexity of who we are. Another friend recently equated scars in life to places where the light inside us shines through a bit differently. Our harder experiences create chips in our armor; the question is, when will we decide to take off our armor and take up our cloak? A third person recently pondered the idea that we are beings who like to slap stickers on one another. Before long, you can't see the person - only their labels. Looking at ourselves, do we tend to only see the stickers on us? How freeing would it be to shake them off and see ourselves as God does: beloved?

​I invite you to come sit with me as I thread my identity necklace, learn how to feel at home in my cloak of belovedness, and write about it all.