I shared my first ever course with a small group of womxn in June. For months prior I’d been envisioning a workshop, ideas flowing from pen to paper in random spots in my journal. At some point I realized I had more than a workshop in those notes, which were a culmination of my personal healing experience, my professional training, and my education. So, six womxn gathered with me virtually, mid-pandemic, to explore the foundations for a course in self-awareness. This trial run—and their invaluable feedback on the course format and content—led me to the version of Self-Awareness | The Course that I’ve been sharing with […]
Vulnerable. It’s the word that resonated for me the moment a doctor pulled our daughter from my womb, and it’s the one that I return to when I’m contemplating motherhood. My whole heart was suddenly outside of my body the day she was born. I knew this would expand my capacity to feel and to love, and I also knew that my heart would get farther and farther away from its protective cage as my daughter grew, expanding my capacity to feel that vulnerability. Surrendering to this lesson, this truth, has not been easy.
At the time I also remember wondering if they added a sizeable dose of guilt […]
I wrote these words for my community of letter subscribers recently, and I’m sharing them here now, because womxn told me they needed to hear it.
Do you ever wonder if you’re OK? Do you ever think or feel like something is wrong with you?
This used to be one of my patterns of thinking, a trauma adaptation and a product of the subconscious belief that I was broken. Through my personal healing and my work with other healing womxn, I came to know that I was not alone. Womxn breathe the air of our patriarchal culture, which programs us to question our bodies, our feelings, our thoughts, our Selves. We’re conditioned to question our OK-ness in other ways, too. […]
I love this picture of my mom and me.
When I was younger, this photo reminded me that my mom was not only my mom. I could glimpse her as a daughter, a sister, a wife, a friend, a co-worker, and a woman with experiences, feelings, needs, and interests of her own, independent of me. I was in awe of this and of her.
My mom always laughed when she talked to her best friend. She still does. When I was young, this felt like another glimpse into my mom as not only my mom. She was someone else, too. And that felt good. I felt her laughter in […]
Hippie (noun): a person, typically young, especially in the late 1960s and early 1970s, who believed in peace, was opposed to many of the accepted ideas about how to live, had long hair, and often lived in groups and took drugs.
My daughter’s tween friends recently labeled her “the hippie” of their group. While part of me cringed at the act of assigning a label, part of me cheered inside. I suspect they weren’t referring to the long hair or the drugs. I suspect, rather, that they connected my almost-twelve-year-old with the idea that hippies don’t conform to societal norms. This, I think, can be […]
I’m still learning how to be who I know I am.
There was a time when I was disconnected from my essence. I was trying to find myself, although I wasn’t lost. Rather, I was yearning to re-member myself. I was, quite literally, trying to reconnect all the parts of me to each other. Healing has called for increasing levels of self-awareness, and this self-awareness has, in turn, offered the deep healing of remembering myself, even as I evolve through space and time. And yet, I’m still learning how to be who I know I am in a culture that has often asked me to be […]
My husband trades energy. I remember feeling confused and intrigued when I first learned about his job. I found it difficult to grasp the idea of buying and selling things that don’t actually exist, especially because I’d immersed myself in the realm of health psychology, not economics or finance. He explained it to me in English, of course, but to me the language of his work was a foreign language that I struggled to comprehend.
I think this happens with my work sometimes. When I talk to people who don’t have experience with coaching and healing, the language I use to describe it may, indeed, feel like a foreign language. I […]