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Are we strong enough to Forgive?

June 30, 2018June 30, 20181 Comment

Our Warrior reminds us that strength lies in facing our darkness. Causing someone else pain does not heal our own. Healing only happens when we sit with our wounds.

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Before I make any more noise about the EMBODY Road Trip, I want to give a shout-out to the women who I couldn’t do this without. Meet @nurse.jess.rn my college teammate who got me through many long runs, introduced me the concept of Farmers Markets, and has a can-do outlook on life that still keeps me going. Angie, a soul sister that has the most calming presence and a sense of humor that gets me every time. @libertysandersbain whose willingness to venture into the unknown together has renewed my faith in miracles that I can’t always explain. @nadiamunla my EMBODY teacher and more recently mentor and coach, who role models a sorceress and siren in such an embodied way that I feel safe to explore these parts myself, and who waits patiently with me as I learn how to trust and receive them. Receiving is not easy for me. My survival instinct is to do everything on my own. While being my own saviour worked to an extent in academic, athletic, and corporate circles, its juju is running out. The more I lean into my softer side, the more I am faced with the truth that this life isn’t about me, my work isn’t about me, and in order to accomplish the longings on my heart, I need help. Notice what comes up for you and your body as you read those words, “I need help”. My stomach starts to clench and it’s as if a wave of iron-clad armour starts to wrap around me. In the past I would have allowed that armour to protect me as I hustled and fought my way to the top. Now I’m see the armour for what it is: a shield against my own vulnerable pain of not believing I am worthy of all I desire. When the desire to bring EMBODY to the road landed on my heart, another instinct kicked in; the one that has been around the block enough times to know that if I don’t crack this receiving thing right here & now, I will forever be chasing my dreams on a hamster wheel only to run out of steam and realize I am in the exact place I started from. #thatswhaticallhell Which is why these women were the first I called. Chicas, there’s no shame in asking for help & receiving support. No real glory when you do it all on your own. So pull out your phone, call a friend. Permission to let go.

Calling all women who are tired of fighting to keep your head above water. I’M GUESSING SOMEWHERE ALONG THE LINE YOU’VE BEEN DISHED OUT A MESSAGE OR TWO THAT SOUNDS LIKE THIS: Your sensuality and ecstasy is dangerous, sinful, and wrong. Your emotions are too messy and make you look weak. Your desire to play and dance for joy is unproductive, impractical, and will leave you far behind. We’ve been asked to achieve, perform, have it all together and in stepping up to the plate we’ve forgotten our greatest strengths: A primal connection to the world through our senses. The ability to feel deeply and process a full range of experiences in our bodies. A shame-free curiosity and courage. Your pleasure. Your power. Your play. Welcome to your mo-jo. OUR FAMILIES, COMMUNITIES, AND PLANET ARE ASKING FOR YOUR FIERCELY FEMININE GRACE TO GUIDE US BACK HOME. We’ve tried the approach that applauds hard-work and a perfect performance at the expense of disconnection with ourselves, each other, and a power greater than all of us. We’ve let our fears of failure, and shame of our inadequacies, spin us onto a merry-go-round that is carrying us far from center. The result is burn-out. Our bodies are another item on the to-do list. Prayer is a past-time that feels pointless and empty Relationships are disconnected; our differences dividing us instead of engaging us Even when the quick fixes, like diets, 5 step marketing plans, and building walls, don’t feel quite right, we push through because we don’t know any other way. We’ve forgotten that slowing down, surrendering into a receptive stance, and walking alongside the footsteps of the other is what’s requested of us. However, we can’t walk this path until we awaken what has been silenced and shunned for too long. It’s time my sister. Your mo-jo’s got a voice. Your soul has a dance. It’s time to discover that dance. RECLAIM YOUR PLEASURE, POWER & PLAY It's the parts of us that we resist, shy away from, and carry shame about, that end up being our greatest light and expression of love. Half-day EMBODY workshops happening starting March 17th for those who identify as woman. Info & RSVP in Bio. 📷 Hudson Hintze

Friday fri-yay... EMBODY and I are taking a road trip! . Because life isn’t just about performing. . Because you weren’t made for burn-out. . Because you are worthy of all the love and more. . #swansea #boulder #boise #nashville #nyc . Deets in bio. . See you on the dance floor. ♥️ 💃🏻

RANGE This pic you’re looking at was from my walk this morning. Clear blue sky, warmish sun, great views. Flick to the next pic and you’re looking at the same exact view a week ago. Thick fog; So thick you couldn’t see past the edge of the cliff. It got me thinking about Range. On the grey foggy day I was wishing for a day like today. It was hard to be grateful for the damp, cold, blah. As I noticed the contrast today, I realized how much my resistance to the blah is about more than just the weather. I have blah days where my head is so foggy I can’t see a way forward. I feel stuck, doubting myself, and find it hard to trust the process. When the clarity finally comes, it’s as if all better, everything is fixed. I need that first, and THEN I feel better. But guys, that’s not the point. The point isn’t to have a 100% track record of good days or perfect performance (or sunshine for that matter). Just like we need rain and fog to hydrate the earth, we need the darker days of our soul to grow. To expand our capacity so we can hold a wider range of experiences and emotions, without measuring one as better than the other. Instead of trying to bypass what doesn’t feel good, sometimes we have to sit it in and let it teach us; not as a punitive punishment but to increase our capacity for Love. To find joy and peace and love in the foggy grey, not just when everything is going our way. So guys, whatever your weather is today, stay present to yourself. Notice where it’s easier and harder to receive, and see where you might be able to expand your range of Love. ♥️ PS Happy Valentine’s Day 🥰

Read this and feel the love. . Mamas, read this and remember, you know your kid better than anyone. You teach them their song, you teach the world their song. . This is your Mama Wisdom. . Swansea Mamas, join me and @themamasocial Friday Feb 8th and Embody your Mama Wisdom. . #Repost @awokenwoman ・・・ 🙏🏼❣️...-At the himba of Namibia in Southern Africa, the date of birth of a child is fixed, not at the time of its arrival in the world, nor in its design, but much earlier: since the day the child is thought in His Mother's mind. When a woman decides she's going to have a child, she settle down and rests under a tree, and she listens until she can hear the song of the child who wants to be born. And after she heard this child's song, she comes back to the man who will be the father of the child to teach him that song. And then, when they make love to physically design the child, they sing the song of the child, to invite him. When the mother is pregnant, she teaches the singing of this child to the midwives and older women of the village. So, when the child is born, old women and people around him sing his song to welcome him. As the child grows, the other villagers learn his song. So if the child falls, or gets hurt, he always finds someone to pick him up and sing his song. Similarly, if the child does something wonderful, or successfully passes through the rites of passage, the people of the village sing his song to honor him. In the tribe, there is another opportunity where villagers sing for the child. If, at any time during his life, the person commits an aberrant crime or social act, the individual is called in the centre of the village and the people of the community form a circle around him. Then they sing his song. The tribe recognizes that the correction of antisocial behaviour does not pass through punishment, it is by love and reminder of identity. When you recognize your own song, you don't want or need to do anything that would harm the other. And the same way through their lives. In Marriage, songs are sung together. And when, getting old, this kid is lying in his bed, ready to die, all the villagers sing for the last time his song.

Beautiful walk with a beautiful friend @lois_stott. . Made friends with this dude too. . Does he know what’s up or what?

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