Go where your envy takes you. Don’t turn away from your envy as if it makes you dark, as if it makes you petty. Follow it. Let it show you the disowned parts of your soul. Let it bring you face to face with the You who’s being shielded from the light she needs to step into. Don’t hide your eyes from your envy and will it away. Lean toward it and beg to know what it’s asking of you. Let the pain of your envy show you who you are and what you’re longing for.
I’m spending several hours eavesdropping on intimate conversations between incredibly inspiring women who’ve untangled the knots our culture has tied them into. Want to join? It’s been running this week and is doing a marathon encore this coming weekend Feb 21/22. It’s a free online conference led by Liz DiAlto called Untame the Wild Soul Woman. If you totally dig it, you can also purchase it to watch over and over. I first met Liz when she was a client of mine. I’ve been continually moved to watch the way this woman digs for depth and heart, the way she’s unabashedly and
I’m head over heels in love. We’re newly engaged. We’re past the total insanity phase. We’ve swooshed beyond the ravenous giggle-swoon-love-bath-hang-off-every-word-and-hold-our-farts-in phase. We’ve exited best behaviour. We no longer pick up our dirty socks or wait patiently for the other one to finish speaking before interjecting our opinion. We’re comfortable and gross and funny. But it’s still the beginning. It’s been just over a year since the moment I was like oh-my-god-this-man-might-be-my-person. Fast forward through one helluva year and we’re (he’s) sanding hardwood floors in our new place, both work from home together and have just started on some work
I was about twenty or twenty one when I was first introduced to the theory of masculine/feminine, sexual yoga and the work of David Deida. It was shortly after a somewhat awkward conversation with a man I was dating who had asked me about my relationship to vulnerability. If it weren’t for the fact that this is as funny as it is, I’d be humiliated to tell you that I actually had no idea what he was talking about. Vulnerability? Like…what do you mean? No, I don’t feel vulnerable. I’ve got my shit together, can’t you tell? I can still
True or False: The following career advice is awesome… Studies show that people with a university education make more money. Therefore, get yourself a formal education, even if you can’t afford it, preferably from a prestigious university. Your degree will ensure that you gain employment and have all the skills you need if you want to bust out on your own. When you go for that job, find one where the roles and expectations are clear. Follow the rules and you’ll have security and move up and make more and more money. Try to go for something that you enjoy, but
I’m at the pool and my kiddo bounds out of his swim lesson and begs to show me his new tricks. I stand poolside while he jumps in and sets himself up to push off the edge and do something awesome. His feet slip all over and he can’t seem to get his footing without his face plunging under water. Face back out, he takes a breath and loses his feet. He tries again. And again. Thrashing and plunging, then stabilizing. Over and over. He’s not getting it. I’m standing there, patiently amused, enjoying how adorable he is in one
Some people like attention. I like attention. Some people don’t like having attention on them. That’s not me. I don’t require all the attention and I love giving my attention to others. Probably not so true of my childhood self. Mom said I didn’t play so well by myself. I’d talk non-stop and demand her full engagement. I used to feel embarrassed when I’d hear about that. I love shared spaces of mutuality where the attention rolls all around us. But I’m more than neutral about attention. I’m far more comfortable taking the lead and being seen than I am
You probably know by now that the most interesting topic for me is around what it means to have a purpose and how to realize that. If you’re new here, hey, now you know! This is a question I’ve been asking, living and really quite honestly tying myself up in knots around and then untangling for as long as I can remember. Seriously, the existential angst my poor friends had to suffer through in my 20s spans the worlds of sad and endearing. It really can be a vortex of exploration whether you’re leaning into the spiritual questions, practical application,
Right about now the internet is exploding with Danielle LaPorte and her growing community of Desire Map Licensees and if you haven’t heard yet, I thought I better let you in on the action. You probably know Danielle. If you don’t she’s the author of The Fire Starter Sessions and creator of the Desire Map, which evolved from a New Years insight to an entire movement. She’s the kind of writer and leader who wakes you up and dares you love yourself with the type of ferocity that breaks through the those insidious habits of denying yourself your deepest longings.
So, how’d your year wrap up? Today is my first day back after going on email detox for two weeks. I did spend some time over the holiday reading submission forms for Be Cause. Whoa. What these women are already up to and want to bring into our world is really moving. It’s connection with others that really drives me. Getting to engage those connections to liberate ourselves, to expand into more of who we truly are and unleash what we’re called to do in the world makes me simultaneously giddy with joy and want to crumble into a ball