I’m in 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄…
at the center of a loving storm.
I’ve felt The Universe pour down on me;
experiencing its gifts galore.
Drowned in deep healing.
Hydrated with joy.
Flooded with fears.
Misted with more than it destroyed.
I’ve fallen to my knees.
My soul grateful for the rain.
But now, I stand in silence.
Now, I embrace patience’s pain.
The in-between sounds peaceful,
but my mind wonders what’s ahead.
Will I lose myself in the monsoon?
Or will the waves guide me instead?
I want to run towards the water.
I fantasize about finding.
But I mustn’t rush Mother Nature.
I mustn’t charge Divine Timing.
The stillness may scare me,
but asking for thunder would be tragic.
So, rather, I breathe deep,
and trust the eye of the magic.
The one thing in this life we can’t get back, recreate, or make more of.
It’s the only thing in this world we have no influence over.
Time is our one and only master. It’s the single instrument on earth, that, when it stops playing - we can’t turn the tune back on.
And so, I wonder. So, I ask. When will you start dancing?
The very moment it begins? When the chorus hits? Or will you finally build up the nerve to swing your hips with the last few seconds of the song?
You see, it’s easy to forget the magic that music brings us. It’s easy to miss the pure joy waiting for us amongst the noise.
But darling, that’s what we’re here for. That’s why we exist. To get lost. To move in the exact way the song makes us feel. We are here to f**king dance.
Time is an unsettling concept to sit with. The thought of our time with others, with ourselves, and in this existence can leave us feeling frightened. Fearful.
If we let it.
I spent the presidential debate dancing to Mt. Joy. I stood in the rain. My mind open, my heart full.
Surrounded by mothers. Lovers. Young ones. Old souls. City beings and country folks.
Vehicles of all kinds, driving us there just the same. Diverse backgrounds, bringing us to one moment. One place.
I joked with humans I had never met before. I heard ladies laughing in the bathroom about angry bosses, keeping score.
The employees wore masks. All I could see were their eyes. Sharing helpful directions and kind welcomes despite standing on muddy grounds under dark skies.
The band took the stage and the crowd went wild. All of us connected, even just for a little while.
I looked around, and couldn’t help, but think. How can we come together for a song so easily?
We all have different stories to tell. We all have battles to overcome. But when the music begins, we all sing the same hum.
We all want the same thing. We all dance to the same beat. We all scream into the night. We all feel...
A grey, damp morning
A seemingly dull, fall day
Moving softly through the air
The familiar feeling of change
Change sparking discomfort
Change bringing along its friend, Fear
I know what you’re thinking, my love
I know what’s running through your mind, my dear
But just for a short moment
I invite you to let go
To allow your uncertainty to subside
To focus on what you know
To see the love that surrounds you
To hear the whispers of the wind
Listen to the secrets of The Universe
Telling you it’s time to begin again
Because with every season, you expand
As Mother Earth moves, you grow, too
And while the stretching is sometimes painful
Your fluidity is beautiful
Step onto the muddy grass
Allow your tears to blend with the rain
Lean into your emotions
Knowing this world will adore you just the same
Embrace the uncharted adventure
Let your soul get lost and explore
Because, my darling, it is true
You’ve been here a few times before
You’ve felt these feelings of angst
She said, “I want to change the world.”
They said, “Honey, don’t we all?”
She said, “But I feel it my heart.”
They said, “But darling, you could fall.”
She said, “Falling feels freeing.”
They said, “But it doesn’t pay the bills.”
She said, “Neither does not believing.”
They said, “But YOU have to, and you will.”
She said, “I will, but I want more.”
They said, “Work hard and you’ll have it.”
She said, “But what if it’s easier than we think?”
They said, “Then we’d all be going after it.”
She said, “I’m not sure you’re right.
I can feel it in my soul.”
They said, “Use your brain.
Just do what you’re told.”
She said, “But there is love and happiness waiting for me.
All I have to do trust.”
They said, “Waiting where?
Come on now, sweetie, you’re starting to make a...
Yeah, I said it. And I'll say it again. This is your permission slip to NOT "show up."
Allow me to elaborate.
What's the one thing you're after in life? What's the one area in your world where you're trying to improve, evolve, grow, strengthen? Many souls might answer - work, love and relationships, or health. But if you're reading this, and you know me, and you're anything like me - I bet your answer is something along the lines of "be the best version of myself," "level-up," or "honor my own my identity and energy."
All beautiful ambitions.
But whether you're looking to amp up or slow down any aspect of your life, that desire can begin to develop an underlying energy expectation. Oh shit, right? Even in your attempt to decondition from society's hustle mindset, you can accidently and unintentionally condition yourself in the opposite direction.
Obsessing over the inner-work. Feeling disappointed if you didn't do your self-care routine. Pissed because you didn't put...
As a woman and coach who truly believes all souls are uniquely incredible, I chose to mute my personal and professional presence on social media for a week as the #BlackLivesMatter movement began to roar throughout our world. My intentions were not to be silent, but to quiet the noise of my own life and begin to create space to listen, learn, and find love.
I was given some energetic questions to reflect on as I watched beautiful men and women of color share their stories and speak their truth. One being, "What is it like to see/not see yourself reflected in your feed?" At first, I thought this would be easy. I always disconnect from my networks to release, heal, and recover. But this time, it wasn't about disconnecting. It was about watching. Hearing. Not interrupting.
And if I'm being honest, the watching was emotional. The hearing was hurtful. And the not interrupting, the not helping - left me feeling hopeless. Pausing for selfish reasons is easy. But pausing for a cause...
Dear Derek Chauvin,
And your three little friends,
This message is for you.
Can you guess how it ends?
I can’t help but wonder,
As a child, did you feel small?
Did your daddy hit you?
Did your mother love you at all?
When your lady left you for him -
was that when your humanity broke?
Did you learn from a Friday night movie,
you can kill a man with a choke?
Or maybe someone stole from you,
maybe someone scratched up your car.
Maybe you fell behind in school,
maybe your looks couldn’t get you as far.
And so you thought to yourself,
“I’ll take back control.
I’ll become the law,
and others will do what they’re told.”
Or perhaps you joined the force
because that’s what your family did.
They spoke of their pride,
And under the rug, brushed their sins.
Maybe you wanted to do good,
maybe you wanted to keep your loved ones safe.
But perhaps the demands of the job,
were just too much to handle to keep you sane.
Either way, you made it -
"You are not just a woman - you are a piece of art. Created not just for admiration, but to make people feel, wonder, and question. You were designed, crafted, and painted by the hand of The Universe. Every stroke serving a unique purpose. Providing a personalized experience to each individual who takes the time to stop and see. See you for the mystery you are. Hear your message and make of it what they wish. Spark conversation. Demand respect. All while existing within your truest expression. All while being - to this world - whatever feels right in this moment. No promises. No expectations. No need to compare or compete with the piece displayed beside you. No need to worry what others think because what they interpret to be is only a reflection of themselves. You are not just a woman - you are a piece of art - and art is anything, but defined."
This choice. This day. This life. You can't fuck it up.
From the moment we leave the womb of our wonderful mother, we begin our journey through life on earth. A journey designed just for us. A journey where we face unique challenges. Where we experience our own twists and turns towards individual unknowns.
Some of us looking for purpose. Some of us looking for love. Most of us seeking both. And while seeking - meeting decisions we have trouble making. Finding regrets which grow from the actions we've taken. Discovering wonders of what could be. And often longing to understand how we can become the best versions of who we are. Which way is right? Where are the instructions?
I, too, have found myself questioning what is correct - for myself, my family, and for my one shot at this world. How do I know the direction I'm headed is towards happiness? How can I be sure I'm not wrecking the beauty that could be?
The truth is, I will never know. I will never be able to perfectly predict the...