we must … face our deepest fears and sorrows to discover we are not powerless against them.

this portal of time feels wildly uncomfortable…

I’ve spent the last 7 years healing my body and mind from chronic stress and striving. 

I find myself sitting in the void… the not-anymore, but not-quite yet. There is nothing, where there once was something. And yet, I don’t believe it is a bad thing.

two deconstructed “Christians” — through, I’m not sure either of us would identify with that label anymore — embracing our roots and religious iconography. 

That’s what people used to call me. But it wasn’t a complement, it was a complaint… 

Good intentions only go so far. It’s the inner energy that matters…

These are the very things I have been studying, walking out and investing hundreds of thousands of dollars into over the past decade.

Not because I wanted to be a coach; Because I wanted to break free.

I won’t pretend I never feel like this anymore, because I do. But experience has taught me that along with scars, Hard always leaves a gift.

There’s a lot of talk these days in the spiritual community around the word SOV. ER. EIGN. TY ….But what does it even mean? 

Facing our Shadows and not running from them

and the soul connections that help make it possible.

Stay connected to your Source, your breath, your heart and your body, accessing breakthrough and removing barriers you didn't even realize you were up against!

Now's the time to commit to your personal growth and soul’s evolution, if you haven’t already. Nothing changes until we do.

I see both my humanity and my Divinity mirrored back to me in her. She was Maiden, Mother and Goddess…. so too am I. And so are you. Even when we don’t feel it. She helped me see that. And eventually believe it, with every fibre of my being. 

Quiet, slow advent nights. This year, I’m choosing it.

Time feels illusive; almost non-existent, right now.And for me, has been an exercise in transcending duality; of holding that both/and, allowing them to simultaneously exist -- and belong.

it’s time to exchange our old shells for new ones; to step back and allow our new shells the time, space and protection to harden and secure while vulnerable. 

I have become the woman I so desperately wanted to be, underneath. She was birthed in fits and spurts...Across a decade and more of marriage, new motherhood and multiple business ventures. Between friendship loss and reconstruction of faith.