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.
I love it when life goes off the rails enough for me to be up in the night writing.
I don’t always want it to be this way. Goddess knows I love peace and sleep, too. But I welcome this healing experience.
I welcome this time in the sacred silence of moonlight.
I honor that I need to make these connections and explore these feelings. I celebrate that facing myself right here and right now means freeing myself. It is in these moments that I journey home to the truth of who I am.
I’m saying yes to me and to that which has bubbled up for me to heal. And I’m grateful for the courage it takes to continue to show up for this dance, especially at this hour when true darkness has settled over my world and I have only myself to follow.