There was this piece of me—a young, vulnerable, desperate piece of me—who begged for someone to finally just tell me who the hell I was supposed to be, or do, or what my life was supposed to be about. Every time life intensified, waves of hysteria would swell from deep within me, the fear that I’d get it wrong… that I couldn’t trust myself to know what was true for me. I felt terrified that, without external guidance, my life would be wasted.
But then I started to explore what one of my early teachers called “the spirituality of the self”. I studied the way I reacted to the world around me, the way I allowed certain relationships, circumstances, and experiences to affect me. I learned I was powerful, far more powerful than I’d ever imagined, and that I could change reality by changing the way I was showing up in the world. In time, I released what no longer served me and made space for my truth to become my life. The artist, the lover, the priestess, the mother, the healer, the dancer, the writer . . . one discovery at a time, I hosted a reunion of the pieces of my soul.
This transformation was possible because of the supports I cultivated for myself along the way. My blog is an extension of my journals. I use it to share the lessons I’ve learned, powerful resources, and inspiring stories of my clients’ transformations. Dig in and find the information and inspiration you need today and keep coming back when you need another dose! If you can’t find what you’re looking for, email me your question and I’ll see what I can find for you.
“Well hellooo, beautiful…”
Terror rises when you speak to me. I need this to stop.
It’s not that I mind you saying it. In fact, I want to be seen. I am a beautiful woman, the great light flows though me with a force that, at times, takes even my own breath away.
If I am living my truth, I will distract you. I’m a force of nature and when I meet you on the street, I want you to know I am here. I am here. This is my space. These are my streets. I belong here.
You see, beautiful stranger, my soul lives within what you see. It dances and loves and heals others because it is alive in these walls. It is my inner world that makes me shine. My soul is the reason you see me. My soul is sacred. And my body is sacred, too.
See the whole me. This is what I want from you. See my curves and the magical place where my neck and shoulder come together. See my strong thighs and my soft hands. See the smile on my lips and the light in my eyes.
See me and know deep down in the sacredness of your own being that this body is, that I am, divine… and treat me that way.