It’s a new moon today, and while I’ve been following the moon’s cycle for a while now, I don’t normally harp on about it too much. This one feels different though. I’ll tell you why. Yesterday an email landed in my inbox from Chani Nicholas. I bought her book, You Were Born for This, recently, … Continue reading What kind of future could we co-create?
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 circa 2005. A late Saturday afternoon. I was getting ready to go out that night and was plowing through a pile of jeans, trying to find the pair that made my thighs look slightly thinner and my rear slightly firmer, without causing my stomach to overhang on the top. Pair after pair I … Continue reading Let go of the ‘jeans’ and set yourself free
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