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Some Serious Post-Holiday Weekend Motivation

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Memorial Day weekend always feels like the beginning of summer to me, which means heading back to work after that extra day off can seem like a slog. For that reason, I want to give you some post-holiday weekend motivation!

Often when I speak with women (or men for that matter) I hear regrets and “what ifs” pop up in the conversation. They usually slip out without the person fully realizing it. “Oh I wish I would have majored in art or creative writing.” “I wish I took time to travel after college.” “I wish I would have started my own business.” I find myself slipping into this occasionally as well.

We can’t go back in time. What’s done is done, but the amazing thing is, if you are reading this…

YOU AREN’T DEAD YET!!

You are still here in this amazing human body having this human experience, and like that Natasha Bedingfield song says, “the rest is still unwritten”. If you wish you would have studied something else, take a class in it. Go to the library or jump on Amazon and buy some books on that subject.

No matter where you are in life or how old you are, it’s not too late to start following the threads of curiosity and passion that light you up.

Often what keeps us stuck are our very own limiting beliefs, particularly those that say, “I went down this path, and spent all this time and money, so I have to stick with it even if it doesn’t bring me joy.” That’s crazy talk! We must stop committing ourselves to a lifetime of unhappiness because that has somehow become the responsible thing to do.

So if you hate what you do, change it. If there are topics or pieces of yourself you wish you had explored, start exploring them now. If there are places you wish you had traveled, cut out pictures for your vision board, begin saving money, and make that trip a reality.

As we near the second half of 2016, let’s move towards our dreams and desires courageously!!

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Cultivating a Miracle Mindset Makes Your Life Instantly Magical

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When I first heard the term “miracle mindset” I totally shrugged it off. I mean, even if I do believe in miracles, do they really need to be a mindset?

I know this may come as a shock to you, but I am a tad bit obsessed with all things WILD. So a couple of weeks ago, I was reading Martha Beck’s latest book Diana, Herself and in it the characters were talking about making a fire. From scratch. With only their bare hands and natural elements.

I have really wanted to know how to do this for quite a long time and I figured now would be a great time to learn. How could I call myself a wild woman and NOT know how to build a fire?

Like any modern day wild woman would, I turned to the internet and I YouTube’d that shit. I watched about ten minutes of this Australian guy make a fire using a few sticks and some dry grasses for kindling.

Okay, this is a guy who is being filmed on how to build a fire. He has done this several times. He’s clearly an outdoorsy dude. He’s supposed to make it look easy. And it still looked HARD. And TIME CONSUMING.

My fire-making dreams suddenly seemed less exciting, while my long stemmed lighter began to look downright magical.

And miraculous.

Literally all I have to do is push a button and a flame pops out. Tada!! It even has an extra long stem to ensure that I don’t burn my precious little fingers when lighting candles in those deep hurricanes.

A skeptic might say (and I know this because I used to be one), that’s not a miracle; that’s just human engineering. As if that somehow excludes it from the miracle category!!

Our amazing human inventions are miracles. Well at least the non-destructive variety of inventions. Our complex brains are miracles.

You don’t have to listen to me, but you may want to defer to Albert Einstein, who said:

“There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle.”

Who is to say if one is right and the other wrong? All I know is that one sure feels a heck of a lot more meaningful, magical, and gracious than the other…

This Feels Vulnerable to Share…

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A motto of the Martha Beck coaching program is “Live it to give it”. What that means is that as coaches we have to walk our talk. And that ain’t always easy.

Unearthing the wild feminine is really coming home to your own feminine soul. First, we have to dig deep within to find that place, whether that is through reconnecting with the body or through nature or via writing (or other means, but those are my three personal favorites). Simply finding that place within is so nourishing and healing.

But then it’s time for the second step, which is to allow your soul voice to speak, and that may be one of THE most vulnerable feelings in the whole world.

I recently joined an online writing group and this month they started this new thing called Courageous Creativity. Basically we all support one another to be courageous with our creativity, take risks, and put our voices out there even when we are freakin’ terrified.

I feel like I share quite a bit of myself and my life through my newsletter and my blog. I am a fairly open person. I post pictures and share my drawings and paintings without a second thought. But when it comes to allowing others to read my creative writing, oh how it makes me squirm (I feel slightly nauseous even writing this!).

I know that is because this is the work that hits closest to home. It is the unfiltered voice of my wild feminine soul coming through via poetry and metaphor. It’s tender and vulnerable and open and gut-wrenching and excruciating and magical.

And it’s where the gold lies. In my work with women, I always support them in putting their voices out there in whatever way feels most authentic, even when it scares the living shit out of them. I want to live my life the same way.

Wild heart, wide open.

In that spirit, this week I am sharing a poem with you. This poem is a love letter, a prayer, and it speaks from my soul to yours.

A Love Letter

 

Beloved, sink

your teeth

into the fleshy

blood orange

of my center, letting

juices seep

through the corners

of your lips, staining

your chin sticky

and ruby red

tart

 

spring forth

from me, my Love

the once dry

cracked earth

of my body, pounded

by lifetimes

of relentless sun

is tilled and awaits

your lush

verdant

arrival

 

dance with me

Darling, press

your bodily

existence into my

sweat-soaked skin

pulsate me

to the rhythm

of your heart

allowing it

to beat

mine

 

walk with me

Beloved, for though

I have veered

and wandered

blindly

now I follow

humbly

as you carve

golden snakes

through the darkened

landscape

of my soul, hissing

hairpin turns

turning

back upon

themselves

 

as you

guide me

to the fertile

valley

where we

began

 

where it all

began

My Dramatic (and Unexpected!) Shift

I have been going through quite the transformation these last few months, and it feels strange and magical at the same time.

See, I used to be a person who really dug certainty. I liked to have plans established. I liked to know where I stood on every issue. My opinions and beliefs were SOLID. I hated those rare moments where I didn’t know what to do or what I wanted.

The space between felt grossly UNCOMFORTABLE.

And I wanted to be out of it as soon as possible. Occasionally this would mean making snap decisions for no other reason than that I wanted the decision behind me. Then, and only then, could I move forward. The faster that I could rip off the bandage, the better.

As part of reconnecting with my wild feminine however, I wanted to embrace the unknown. I wanted to grow accustomed to the discomfort of being in uncertainty and the spaces between.

I longed to fall in love with the mystery rather than fear it.

Being the fairly logical wild woman that I am, I started taking small steps toward making this happen. I stopped checking the weather and instead rely on my bodily intuition (you can read my article that I wrote for Sivana on that little experiment here). I started allowing myself to dream big and not let those dreams scare me or make me feel depressed with their supposed unattainability. Instead I have tried to find the sweetness in the simple feeling of desire without yet having that desire fulfilled.

And in this whole exploration, something weird happened…

I started to enjoy the uncertainty.

Suddenly I am savoring this process of becoming, because in uncertainty literally everything is still soaked in possibility.

I set out to be less uncomfortable in not knowing, and now I am being pulled towards it. Not only that, I find myself actively seeking it out!

For example, in my dance class last week, I realized that for the past few classes I have volunteered to dance first. I told myself that this was me being courageous and taking one for the team, when it was really the whole “pull off the Band-Aid as quickly as possible” thing again. Get it out of the way so it’s over and done with and you can relax.

But last Thursday, I didn’t want to dance first. There was a raging energy in my body that actually grew more exhilarated by waiting. As I watched the other girls dance I felt the nerves grow. The discomfort was palpable in my body.

And it felt…

GOOD. I relished in it.

How is that possible?!? Who am I?!?

What I realized is that the sensation in my body wasn’t “uncomfortable” necessarily. Bodily speaking, fear, nerves, and excitement feel pretty similar. The bigger issue was that I was labeling that as a “bad” sensation with my thoughts. Once I allowed myself to feel without assigning a positive or negative label, I could actually sink into the nerves and excitement and feel the potential for pleasure in them.

This is a new petal of the sacred feminine rose that is opening for me. EMBODYING the power of the unknown. Of that which is not yet.

Dancing with the Mystery is me falling in love with the journey. My ever-evolving, winding, messy journey. Like really in love with it. Not in the corny quotable magnet kind of way (although I do have that magnet on my fridge by the way), but the all-in kind of love that seeps into the very fibers of my soul. The kind that reminds me that I am not creating a new way of being, but rather stripping away all that is not me so that I can finally come home to myself. Completely.