Something I struggle with ALL THE FREAKING TIME is that I'll throw myself into a new project—with wild abandon, no less! — and then completely reverse course (or even drop it altogether) a short while later. I have been reflecting on it all and recognized a pattern that underlies many of my abandoned projects.
AI — specifically, generative AI — has been taking up a lot of mental real estate for me lately. The more I've learned about it, the more I've come to detest its existence. This post offers my position on generative AI, reflections for you if you are currently using it, and links to my own AI Policy.
Sometimes I channel my inner guide, who I call La Que Sabe in a nod to Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estés’ book Women Who Run With The Wolves. This convo is about purpose and what my work actually is.
Sometimes I channel my inner guide, who I call La Que Sabe in a nod to Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estés’ book Women Who Run With The Wolves. This convo is about changes to my website and path.
I was talking to my crazy awesome therapist the other day about how I’d decided to stop leaning so heavily on their teachings in my own work. This led to an exploration on how I’d share my teachers' credentials, as if doing so added legitimacy to my work through my proximity to those more accomplished than me. Then, my therapist shared an observation…
Several days ago, I learned about a years-old incident involving two of my teachers that felt like a gut-punch. The alleged incident violated both of my criteria, and I spent close to a week struggling to reconcile it and decide how (or if) I want to respond. This post is about how I navigated things.
I’m in a women’s writing circle — In Her Words, facilitated by Lael Couper Jepson — and I felt pulled to share what I wrote this week. In this intimate telephone circle(!!), we share our written words in response to a prompt. This circling practice is both simple and powerful, and I’m sharing my words with you today because they provide context for the shifts in my work.
I don't need to tell you that we're undergoing a collective existential crisis. The world is (and has been) on fire, with POTUS & Co. adding a seemingly endless supply of accelerant. So what do we do? We make art.
I received a newsletter the other day from a friend who shared that her aim was to raise her vibration this year and avoid anything unpleasant that might lower it. My knee-jerk reaction was to note (to myself) that it takes a lot of privilege to be able to 'love and light' away societal ills that have very real repercussions on billions of people world-wide, not to mention millions of her fellow Americans.
I've recently transitioned out of a liminal space, which began around the time I became a certified Wayfinder Master Coach, and though this was a huge accomplishment — the collective culmination of seven months of master coach training plus the year and half spent in training and mentorship to become a life coach — I was loving the journey and didn't want it to end.
I’ve held deeply anti-capitalist views since I became an activist back in 1998. This post offers some backstory.
In all but one women’s circle I’ve been a participatant in since 1999, the approach to sharing has been to let sharing happen organically, where only those who speak up get the floor. This approach fosters neither equity nor inclusion, regardless of the facilitator’s intent. This post offers an alternative.
I used to be a people pleaser — especially in my romantic relationships — and would shape-shift myself to meet others' expectations, even when it meant betraying who I was. This post is about breaking the cycle of people pleasing by getting to the root of the issue: remembering who you are, living in integrity with your true nature, and setting boundaries.
“How you love yourself is how you teach others to love you.” -Rupi Kaur
After a lengthy hiatus, I've decided to facilitate another sacred sister virtual circle. And the theme that's been tugging at my heartstrings is self-love.
“As you move closer and closer to pure integrity, as the windowpane of your mind grows more and more transparent, you will begin to love everything, and it will be obvious to you that everything loves you back.” — Martha Beck
One of the challenges I've faced throughout my awakening journey is an absence of rage. I know that sounds weird—that it's been a challenge—so hear me out...
This post is about the importance of us women taking up space if we're going to have any chance of saving humanity from itself. But we'll get to that in a moment. First, I want to share a story.
Ever since I began gathering women in sacred circle, I've fielded DMs and even phone calls from sisters about how they can do the same. And so, I've decided to create a resource that shares what I do and how I do it. My hope is that it will relieve any performance anxiety or trepidation you may hold about calling your own circles.
I took my last drink on December 25, 2022. The fact that this was newsworthy is part of what makes this post vulnerable, as is the fact that I first shared this post only eight days into my sobriety. This post explores why I decided to quit and what happened, and it ends with some reflections on escapism.
I remember a time when a handful of us sisters would gather on the full moon, in sacred circle, illuminated by moonlight and candlelight. Sometimes we’d tell stories, other times we’d sing.
