Food, Faith & the Feminine Part 2

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 inContinue reading “Food, Faith & the Feminine Part 2”

The Collision of Food, Faith, and the Feminine

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 runContinue reading “The Collision of Food, Faith, and the Feminine”

The version of God that reminds me of spilt milk

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 aContinue reading “The version of God that reminds me of spilt milk”

The version of God that got shoved down my throat

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 pointContinue reading “The version of God that got shoved down my throat”

The sacred version of embodiment

“We want them to have an experience of God”, she said. She being, my mentor, coach, and teacher and founder of Embody, Nadia Munla. If you go to her website you will be greeted with an invitation to embody your pleasure, power, and play. Those are beautifully alliterated ways for your mind to wrap itselfContinue reading “The sacred version of embodiment”

A book deal with God

I promised myself I would write, but I don’t. There’s so many reasons not to. The traffic is too loud. The laundry needs to be done. I want to have a beautiful view to stare at while I sit outside under one of those trellis things where the plants grow on them to shade theContinue reading “A book deal with God”

Me, my yoga mat, and God

Amoeba. That’s what the first half of this year felt like. Parts of my life were dropping like flies and I was left with just me. A single-celled ‘me’, without a defined shape, that could just about slink my way across the floor before it used up all its energy. Taking action, but not really clearContinue reading “Me, my yoga mat, and God”

Embody Part 1: Embracing your Sensuality

This is the first of a 3-part series, in my personal exploration of the feminine archetypes that shape Embody. Embody invites us to embrace our Sensual Siren, our Warrior Queen and our Little Girl. My sensual, strength, and silly. My pleasure, power, and playfulness. My beauty, bold, and bliss. These are parts of myself thatContinue reading “Embody Part 1: Embracing your Sensuality”

Action Woman finds a new “Best”

One week in and social media free. I’m liking this. The withdrawal symptoms have lessened. The insatiable itch to check what’s going on in the outside world whenever my inner world is shaky has subsided. I feel a lot more steady and clarity is beginning to emerge. Let me back up a bit. Two monthsContinue reading “Action Woman finds a new “Best””