Hello, my name is Shelley.

It means “From the Meadow on the Ledge.”

TL/DR: I’m Shelley — an artist who chose beauty at 40, claimed my most beautiful life at 50, and then watched my home burn to the ground two months later. What survived was the truest version of me. Now I create art and stories for anyone learning to live a life that fits

I used to hate my name and thought the meaning was boring.

Part of my journey has been learning not just to accept it, but to love it — to see beauty in what I once found so plain.

My passion is living my most beautiful life

and helping others live a more beautiful life too

— spiritually, physically, emotionally, mentally, and relationally.

I once worked very hard to fit into a mold that never really fit me. Stepping away from public speaking, TV, and publishing in my early 40s gave me something I didn’t realize I needed: privacy. Space to unpack a lifetime of beliefs, conditioning, expectations, and programming. Space to be present with my children as they navigated early adulthood.

When I turned 40, I decided I wanted to live a more beautiful life — not perfect, just more intentional. I had no idea that choice would lead me into deconstructing so many deeply held beliefs.

Then at 50, I said I was ready to live my most beautiful life… and two months later, my house burned down.

That fire cracked open everything — my sense of security, my home, my workspace, my vehicle. It also lit a different kind of spark. One that could have destroyed me… but didn’t.

The foundation I had built within myself made it possible to sit in the ashes long enough to grieve what was lost. And in that clearing, I began rebuilding a life that truly fits.

I lost community, friendships, work I loved, and a sense of purpose. Some clients left me with unpaid invoices. Some friends promised, “I’m here for you,” only to disappear when I reached out. The pull toward shutting down and becoming a walls‑up, no‑one‑gets‑in version of myself was strong.

But when so many of “my people” didn’t show up… strangers did.
When clients dropped me… new ones hired me.

And in the process, I began finding my tribe.
I began learning my vibe.
I began coming home to myself — the soft parts and the fiery ones.

Now I paint, write, and share the beauty I found while rebuilding from the inside out. Sometimes I show up in my softness. Other times, in my sweariness. Often, both.

This website was a seed planted years ago and forgotten. Past Shelley dug the hole, planted the seed, and walked away thinking it was a graveyard. Now I’m here again, tending this unexpected garden that’s been growing in my absence.

If any of this resonates, perhaps you’re meant to be here too.
If it doesn’t, that’s okay — there are many places to find connection.
But if it does… I invite you to join me in the pursuit of living a more beautiful life.
Not perfect. Not someone else’s version.
Your own.

Your most beautiful life awaits.