hi you wonderful you,
big news to share.
i am going on a much needed Sabbatical, a Sacred Pause, to revivify my creative self and rest my weary service muscles for a spell. for a year, i think.
what does this mean for you? for us? read on a bit; i’ve got you.
here's where i drop 'em like it's hot, from my Feminine Genius to yours.
vision boards vs. breadcrumbs
There’s a lot about my life I’d like to change right now. I can see pretty lucidly what’s not working and where the problems are, but I’m actually experiencing an even bigger problem.
The way I’ve gone about creating new futures for myself, now rings hollow.
I used to do the “vision board” thing: create a very clear vision of what I want, write out lists with criteria as specific as possible, and then send that desire out into the Universe.
If that way is working for you, hallelujah. It works for a lot of people. It’s worked for me in the past. It’s no longer working for me.
So I’m in this in-between place of wanting a different future, but lacking new tools to help me get there.
In a profound conversation I recently had with my coach, she laughed as I described the “vision board” way of manifesting.
How Life’s Hardest Heartbreaks Can Remake You Into a Queen
Dear friend,
This one is a bit long, but worth it. I’m about to share some parts of my life story I’ve never shared publicly to this degree — specifically about heartbreaks and Dark Nights, and how they can remake you into a Queen. As they have for me.
I also have a free workshop next week, which I’ll share more about in a moment, but feel free to learn more and reserve your seat now:
Mining For Gold in the Dark Night of Your Soul
How Life’s Hardest Heartbreaks Can Remake You Into a Queen
Wow. THIS was his New Year’s resolution.
I’ve packed a lot of WOW into this blog post.
Stay tuned. Something in here might just restore some of your hope in mankind and support you with whatever heartbreak you may be wading your way through.
It all starts in the check-out line at my favorite grocery store.
Whenever D is working, I push my cart into his station. It’s going on two years now that we’ve been chatting and sharing little details of our lives as he scans and I bag.
As he often does, D asks me how my “little man” is. Since the pandemic, I don’t bring my son into stores anymore, and he is missed.
Then D says something so wow-inspiring I titled this whole blog post in honor of it.
The prayer of despair
New Year’s wishes of ease and grace to you!
A few days ago, on the cusp of our collective leap out into 2021, I shared some of The Only Prayers You Really Ever Need:
Help
Thanks
Wow
Sorry
Mmmmmm
F*^#$@!!!!!&?cK!
These are non-denominational prayers, of course. Prayers suited to the particular sensibilities of my fellow rebels and heathens.
I also promised to share each of those Five Prayers with you, in the forms of poems, paintings, dances, glances.
So here is highly-esteemed number one on the list: Help.
