I recently learned that the soil in Wales is what makes the trees take on their craggy, gnarly shape. Which presumably means that the same acorn planted in Wales will look different to how it would if it were planted in England, or Scotland or the US or wherever you’re reading this from. This week … Continue reading Where are you planting your roots?
I was supposed to be in London today, preparing for an Embody your Feminine Leadership event scheduled for tomorrow, yet here I am in my home, sitting at my new upcycled writing desk, writing to you, trusting that this is where I am meant to be. I am feeling loads, as I’m sure you are … Continue reading A Choice we have even when nothing feels certain
It was the last of our 36 calls in my 1 year mentorship program with Embody founder, Nadia Munla. We were in that sweet spot of looking back and celebrating all that had unfolded, as well as looking forward to what was on the horizon. She invited me to move through this transition with the … Continue reading A sustainable way to create your own rhythm and flow
It’s January. A new year. A new decade, and an ominous one at that. 2020. A year that holds a lot of hope. Maybe the magic of the double 20 will, poof!.. bring in a new president for the US, resolve the ongoing Brexit fiasco, reverse climate change, and bring peace to the Middle East … Continue reading Will your year be fearfully frenzied or faith filled in flow?
7 years ago I was here in Australia, swapping winter for summer, chasing my bliss. We arrived green travelers. Had never properly pitched a tent before, and yet there we were, camping our way along the coast. Twenty-four hours in, and I had a melt-down. We were trying to make our way through Sydney in … Continue reading From Fear to Faith in 7 Years
I’ve been trying to nail down what it is about the feminine that has strengthened my faith. It’s not straightforward, but here goes. (Note: I’m using the word feminine until a better one comes around, not to shame or discount the masculine, or perpetuate a binary view. For now though, it’s simpler to start off … Continue reading Food, Faith & the Feminine Part 3
I couldn’t do that version of Faith anymore. I remember the exact moment. I was sitting in church on a Sunday morning. The week before, a woman in the congregation gave a beautiful talk about fear and Love, and how to lean into Love. Amen Sister. This week another member of the congregation stood in … Continue reading Food, Faith & the Feminine Part 2
I am a woman, 39 years old, from very white ancestry, who inherited a level of educational and economical privilege. Twenty years ago I faced the first major challenge and failure in my life. My body was not performing the way I wanted it to. It did not look good enough and would not run … Continue reading The Collision of Food, Faith, and the Feminine
There is another version of God that I’ve gotten to know. This God does not have a form. It is not a he or a she. It’s just there, like a wave of music as it swims around the room. A vibration that exists because it can’t not. This version of God is like a … Continue reading The version of God that reminds me of spilt milk
There was a version of god that got shoved down my throat. He was a he. A very big he. Strong, muscular, like one of those super heroes that can wreak havoc with one gust of his breath. He carried those pitch-fork like three-pronged spears on the end of a long stick. He could point … Continue reading The version of God that got shoved down my throat