The Holy Hellacious Paradox

Disclaimer: I'm expressing another point of view. I'm aware that this is a privileged vantage point where I haven't been hiding in a closet fearing for my life, nor am I facing the funeral of my own child or loved one. That being said. Here are some other thoughts...

I've said it a thousand times before and I'll keep saying it louder and more often, the crazier this world gets. 

"No one knows what the fuck they're doing!"

Seriously. Not your parents, not ahem the president, not the pope, not Brene Brown, not the school shooter, not Anthony Robbins, not your boss, NO. ONE. (Except a few rare enlightened souls who never claim to know anyway.) The most seemingly put together successful adults in the world are still hoping deep down that they're doing it right. Whatever that means.

The other day I heard a comedian say, "God's driving drunk and humanity is locked in the trunk." I think we could build a religion on that one.

We've had a wonderful influx of younger women joining our Women's Circle lately. They express their shock and relief at finding a space where people aren't pretending perfection, but rather, we readily admit our confusion, and we welcome ALL emotions. I realize this generation has grown up in the clutches of social media. They were posting selfies before they were even menstruating. The Matrix has shaped their reality at a level I'll never be able to comprehend. The emphatic homogenizing lie of our consumer culture is woven into every fiber of their psyche. 

The conditioning agents of mainstream education, media, and religion have done a dangerously effective job at presenting a neat and tidy compartmentalized version of life in which the gray areas and true complexities don't exist. In this manufactured simulation it's far too easy to jump into the "I'm right, you're wrong, end of story, us vs them, you're with us or against us" mentality. And when the true variables of life perplex us, the fears of "everyone has it figured out except me, what if everyone knew how screwed up I really am, they're so happy, lucky, beautiful, wealthy, (insert your own word of choice) and I'm so...not that. 

No wonder the simple act of sitting in a circle of imperfect women who are sharing what's REALLY going on for them is so revolutionary! To witness another person's humble humanity is a mind-blowing act of self love that brings so many of us to tears. When we disengage from the pressures of pretending, and perfectionism we can begin to get grounded despite not "knowing" and grasp the reality of paradox.

In a world of varying frequencies and shifting dimensions there are both heartbreaking moments of utter tragedy followed by breathtaking bursts of sweet tender beauty. One doesn't cancel out the other. Everything is fucked and yet how could it be when that precious newborn baby just smiled for the first time? 

Living in the present means cultivating the ability to shift gears, to beat in time with the pulse of whatever is actually before me right now. I can drop to my knees in horror and cry at the murder of innocent school children. I can feel the rage of political corporate agendas that perpetuate this bullshit. I can do everything physically possible to contribute to change in policy. But then can I let that moment move into the next and breathe in the sunrise, play hide and seek with a toddler, and laugh with the people I love? 

Sometimes I fear that if I allow myself to enjoy the beautiful moments I'm being an asshole because others are still suffering. I observe the FB raging and finger pointing that goes on and on and on. I suspect that it isn't changing anything other than keeping the dust cloud of hate kicked up. Even as an activist there are times of "action" and times of rest. Too many of us confuse incessant bitching and meme posting with taking real action in the world. 

Our loved ones, children, and the whole world desperately need us to snap out of it! We need to experience one another in joy, silly fits of laughter, and gentle moments of peace. That doesn't mean suppressing, denying, or ignoring what's wrong in the world. It means not staying stuck in the hell of it. 

Besides the impact our daily mood has on those closest to us, we are also feeding the greater collective. Those who are most sensitive energetically and emotionally, those who suffer from mental illness are most deeply affected by humanity's collective field. All the rage, hate, hurt, shame, guilt, blame, and yuck doesn't just go away. It's an energetic cloud we're all living in. Can I step into some responsibility and accountability? How are my thoughts, words, and actions affecting the bigger picture? And what wounded soul might be ready to pick up a gun and be pushed into irreversible action based on the energy I keep unconsciously putting into the field? 

If we stop shouting and shooting hate at each other, maybe we can stop playing into the pressure cooker "look at my perfect life, I'm not like them!" divisive social media game. Instead can we spend more time asking heartfelt questions, even more time listening, and then taking cohesive effective well thought out unifying actions? All the while knowing none of us really have all the answers or know for sure why we're here on this planet, or what the heck is going on. But that doesn't mean we can't try our best and cut each other some much needed slack.

 Because at the end of the day, we're all just walking each other home.

Who The Hell Do You Think You Are?

They started showing up, bringing with them their pain. The layered scabs of sexual abuse, and the punishment of eating disorders were laid at my feet. 

 "Who do you think you are to help anyone? You're a frickin train wreck." 

The cruel belittling voice that had kept me playing small, suddenly ceased to commandeer my life. (I didn't say it went away mind you, it had just lost it's totalitarian grip on me.) Simultaneously, another voice became painfully audible. I believe it's often referred to as The Calling. Sounds cliche I know, but still, there it was calling me... calling me out. No more stories about being too young, too old, too messy, too white, too poor, too privileged, too loud, too imperfect... 

I stepped forward with bold humility, having no answers, but some ideas, no cures, but some practices, no beliefs, but some curiosity. I asked to be a vessel for something greater than my ego's mandate. 

Ironically the wounds of these women were the same wounds I'd been healing in myself. It was nothing I had advertised about. Actually I wasn't even talking about it to anyone yet. Nowhere in my branding did I even hint at molestation, rape, or bulimia. Apparently the energetic ad world superseded my website and brochures, and my niche market was barreling straight to me. 

What I saw in my own journey was the common denominator these wounds shared: Self/Body loathing. Yeah, turns out it's quite a pervasive thing. In the last decade of doing this work I've come to realize that no matter what brand of abuse women have endured, or self inflicted, the same common demon, I mean denominator is present. I have yet to meet one of us who doesn't come face to face with this insidious symptom of our cultural conditioning at one time or another, let alone the millions of women who are driven, consumed, and crushed by it.

We can fling around the ball of blame, hurling it at the patriarchy in general, media, the modeling world specifically, parents, or whatever your fave flave of fault is. It doesn't actually help other than that immediate and fleeting exhale of "at least I'm not to blame." Oh, but aren't you? On some level we are all agreeing to this collective cruel consumer contract. They're only selling what we're buying.
But that is a whole other blog, speech, or lifetime workshop about voting with our dollar.

In the black sea of body dysmorphic retail campaigns, there is one who has risen of above and replied to the cries of young girls, moms, career women, menopausal mavens, and our wise women elders. I've never been to one give a rah rah to corporate anything. I'm a small business owner, farmers market, buy local, organic, chem free, kinda babe. And yet here it is on a massive scale that only the corporate world has reach and breadth for, the 10 year old Dove campaign. A seed of consciousness was injected into the corporate cookie cutter machine, an infiltration of sorts. I can not deny the smile that rushes in, or the tears that these commercials have brought. My heart whispers thank you. 

It's as if the work I, and so many of us have been devoted to, is being broadcast on the big screen. A macrocosmic recognition of what the microcosmic grass roots feminist revolution is doing. Rather than diss it with arguments of what Unilever's other companies are up to (ahem Axe Body Spray, yes I get it.) can we just pause, nod our heads and admit that this is significant progress? We all know the road to wholeness, respect, and Self love is a long one. Let us welcome every ally, even if they are making money at it, because last time I checked so are we.

I'll keep doing the work of bringing women back home to the wisdom of their unique perfectly imperfect bodies, and bringing women back together in Circle, in community and collaboration. You keep doing your part. We are affecting the whole. We are influencing the collective, or Dove wouldn't be mirroring this back to us. 

Keep looking for what IS working. In the meantime, eff perfect, you be you! 

Sweet  Autumn has arrived and we love to sing its praises, the coziness of dawning a sexy sweater, pumpkin spice everything, we can even cuddle in bed again with out sweating all over each other.

Yeah well that’s not the cute stuff I’m going to talk about today. So turn off the smooth jazz and button up your coat.

There’s a cool shadowy undercurrent that hisses quietly in the background. The days are shorter, which means there’s more darkness, more shadow time. Yes more things to run away from and more nooks and crannies to hide our shit in.

 It’s the time of year when the veils between the worlds grow thin. The voices of guides, ghosts, and mystery speak to you from the other side. The leaves of last season are falling leaving you bare and exposed. You want to conceal yourself in a mountain of bite size candy bars and their empty wrapper corpses.

What I’m trying to say is from now til Dec. 31^st your inner demons want to dance. Every self-sabotaging trick in the book is offering itself for the taking as you’re scrambling to keep your most creepy stuff hidden. The habits you gave up ages ago, those little goblins are knocking at your door.

What should you do???? Work more of course. No I’m kidding. I just said that because its one of the masks I have used in the past to dodge my dharma darts and stay hidden. Here are a few ideas I am presently exploring.

1.)  Whoaa Nellie!

Slow down and examine my motives. Just exactly WTH am I doing this for? Honestly what is behind this 3rd glass of wine I’m mentally pouring on a weeknight cozied up next to my laptop?

A quick inquiry can get my sane self back in the drivers seat, avoiding debauchery and wreckage. It can also reveal some emotions I’ve been stifling. Yeah that’s right, cry it out girl!

2.)  Check your peeps!

Surround yourself with people who have your highest in mind. Who you surround yourself not only influences you, it defines you! Who has your back? Who will call you out with love, rather than commiserating with your sob stories?

I recently joined another mastermind circle of strong women who are willing to stretch and shine. This is a safe place to declare what I’m creating, give updates, and state what is in the way (so I can get it out of the way!).

3.)  Just say it already!

Yep I’m talking about the dreaded uncomfortable conversations. The shit in the shadows, the elephant in the room, the honesty you’ve been gagging on for too long, just say it.

It’ll be scary. It might even cause a storm. But that storm will toss truths

onto the shore that will set everyone involved free. Say it with love, keep it simple, straight to the point, and then afford them the time to digest it. This isn’t about being blamey, whiny, or cruel. It is about clearing the air, re-establishing boundaries and finding out what the other person’s needs are.

All that valm you’ve been avoiding is making you a weirdo, but not in a good way. You’re jaded, unavailable, and unable to trust. Let it go, turn the light on and watch the cockroaches scatter!

That’s what I’ve been up to and I suspect it might just be working.

I invite you to harness this full moon’s auspicious potency and elegantly strip off your costume, throw away your bag of tricks and treats, step out of the shadows to embrace the wise witchy ways of your inner knowing.

Let's talk Sensuality, shall we? (Dance Your Power Part 1)

 
 Let's talk about sensuality. This is a word that has been under-defined to say the least!
When I say that word, people often squirm. (sometimes it's a good squirm, other times a more frigid squirm). Thoughts go immediately to things of a sexual nature and for some that's uncomfortable.

When I say sensual I'm talking about your whole body. (yes I've seen the photo of a woman's erogenous zones in Leela's new book and I agree that encompasses most of a woman's body !) While the sensual experience drastically enhances the sexual, the 2 words are not interchangeable. 

Sensual is all about inhabiting my body by being truly alive to my 5 senses. Allowing my fingers to hungrily take in the texture of the soft grass with as much awareness as they would take in my lover's skin, and noticing the internal response as my body receives this information. When I adjust my vision to receive the nuances of colors, shape, and beauty all around me, again my body responds to this. As each one of my senses reaches out to drink in the world outside of me, there is a world of sensation activated inside of me. In realizing this, every moment is a sensual experience just waiting for me to notice it.

Over the centuries we as women have been taught that our sensual nature is one of our weaknesses. Many religions encourage us to transcend the body, telling us that this is just a shell that holds us back from all things spiritual. The message has been and still is, "Just ignore it, the body can't be trusted. Our bodies are messy, they leak strange liquids, and smells, not to mention desires."

We've become masters at shutting down, checking out, and turning off our beautiful body signals.
The mind has taken over. We're relying on the mind's assumptions based on random data that's been installed in us over the years instead listening to the TRUTH OF OUR BODIES! This causes us so much unnecessary suffering.

 This body betrayal, this loss of sensuality has stripped us of our power! We're suffering from eating disorders and obesity, unfulfilling sex lives, fatigue, and more. We're oblivious to the subtle clues of disease until advanced stages and symptoms rob us of health and sometimes life all together.

In Vividly Woman this is the first of 3 Power Centers we come home to, our Sensual Power Center! On this healing journey we discover what true feminine power means, Sensual, Emotional, and Intuitive Power. We identify what is blocking us from our power, so we can reclaim what is innately ours, and start living the passionate purposeful lives we've hardly even dared dream.

At Dance Your Power you have 3 amazing days on an experiential journey of your own Sensual, Emotional, and Intuitive Power. We use ritual, sacred Circle, Dance, and more to melt through the blocks that keep you suffering. Join us in the beauty of nature and in the safety of a small group of women like yourself who are ready to start living powerfully!

What's holding you back?

12 reasons every woman needs a tribe! by Tara Wagner

12 Reasons We Women Need Our Tribes

1. We are inherently tribal. – We use to live in cultures where the women raised babies together, did laundry together, cooked together, and helped each other laugh through the ups and downs of life. We have evolved to be inter-dependent. It’s only in the last few decades that we’ve held up that fierce independence as the epitome of a strong woman. Well, if alone against the world is what makes you a great women, count me out. I’d rather feel great, than only look it.


2. Your partner can’t be everything. – I used to lean on Justin for everything. It was a real bitch when we had a fight and he was the only person I had to talk to about it. For awhile there I even thought it wasn’t okay to talk to other women about our challenges. And in a way I still find that true; I don’t want a tribe that will help me complain about him. I want a tribe that will help me examine my triggers and overcome any barrier that keeps us from loving one another better. I also came to find that it was simply unfair to him to place every stress on his shoulders. He’s one man, who wants very hard to fix as much as he an to make my smile, and without more support in my life my husband was becoming heavy with the burden of being the only person I would turn to help me meet my deeper needs for connection, growth, fun, or help.


3. Your kids need a break from you. – Oh man, am I serious about this one. Especially because my son is an only child. Without my tribe of conscious mamas, from both local parenting groups with like-minded philosophies on life and parenting, to online tribes, to coaches who have helped me through rough spots, I’m pretty sure my son and I owe our relationship to the support I found in others. Without it I was constantly examining and analyzing every action my son took, worrying that I was doing something wrong (or he was), or just not giving him the space to just breathe, explore independently, or make his own choices without my fear trying to micro-manage, nag, control or stress him out. Having other mamas helped me to put things in perspective, lighten up and be a better mom more capable of responding to his needs with compassion and support.


4. You are the average of the 5 people you spend the most time with. – You want to radically change your life? Surround yourself with examples that it’s possible. You want to live a deeper, more meaningful existence? Engage in deeper, more meaningful conversations with the people talking about deeper more meaningful things. Don’t let the limitations of what those around you can do become your reality. Seek out possibilities, surround yourself with inspiration, and what seemed impossible will soon become the only thing you know.


5. Girls just wanna have fun. – Life gives us plenty of opportunity for stress, heartache, overwhelm or depression. It’s our job to counter those things with laughter, fun, and connection. Have you ever had a terrible day and called a girlfriend and you both ended up laughing at the utter ridiculousness of it all? Suddenly what you thought was going to do you in is not so bad when our tribe helps us to play and lighten up. And fun is a damn important thing in life. We have enough seriousness. We need more fun.


6. You need people who won’t let you off the hook. – I didn’t use to see this was true about myself. I’ve always thought I was pretty self-motivated. Until my tribe called me on my bullshit and helped me to see how I was giving up, playing small or rationalizing away my dreams. Because I allowed others to know what my real desires were – what my heart ached for – they were there to call attention to the ways I was neglecting them. It was not a pretty mirror they held up but it was a much needed view hat helped me to confront my real barriers and catapult right past them.


7. You need a safe place to land. – The world can be harsh. Have one terrible day and you could end up on YouTube being bashed by millions of people. Make a mistake and you probably have learned to do the bashing yourself. But the right tribe of women will open up a safe and sacred space for you to bring your cracked and weeping heart. They will wrap you in compassion ad stillness and allow you to breathe and vent and process without judgment. They give you the nurturing and the encouragement to heal and grow and move forward again. I can’t tell you how powerful it is to know that a circle of women, some whom you haven’t even met, are waiting with open arms, whether you’re having a horrible day or your life has just been shattered.


8. You can’t see your own blind spots. – I’ve already mentioned a few times how the tribes of women in my life will call my on my shit. And sometimes it really pisses me off. But without their intuitive ability to hold up that mirror to what I can’t see I would still be spinning my wheels in frustration over the patterns I couldn’t change. With the multiple perspectives and the collective wisdom a tribe of soulful, conscious women can be a catalyst for the most powerful personal growth.


9. You’re can’t jump over buildings in a single bound. – Or any of the other impossible things we try to do on our own. You’re not Superwoman. You’re not a one woman roadshow. Stop trying to be perfect and infallible and so great that you never need anything. You! Need! Support!: practical, emotional, spiritual support. Whether you’ve just had a baby, or you are struggling with food, or you’re trying to manage a household, love a family, and run a business, for the love of all that is good in the world, ask for support. Trade support. Pay for support. You’re worth the investment.


10. You’re going to drive yourself batshit crazy unless you do something for you once in awhile. – Nuff’ Said.


11. You can’t give what you don’t allow yourself to receive. – This was my Aha moment when it came to receiving support. I can NOT give it if I don’t fist have it. And it’s no one else’s job to know when I need it, or how I’d like to receive it. It’s my job to seek out the things that will meet my needs in such a way that I feel so filled up with love, energy, connection, passion, and everything else I might need that I am overflowing that back out to my family, my clients and the whole world.


12. You deserve to receive a lot. – Women tend to have this idea that it’s great for other women to receive, “but oh no, not me.” “I couldn’t possibly take that from you.” “I can’t justify that for myself.” “I’d be selfish.” No. You won’t be selfish. You’re selfish when you continue to try to meet your needs in ways that aren’t effective. It wastes your time, energy, money, and capabilities. And you’re never helping others. But investing well in your own health, well-being, personal growth, mental clarity, stability and ability to do more in the world is anything but selfish. It’s imperative.

By Tara Wagner, "the organic sister"

"The Dance of the Masculine and the Feminine" by Leela Francis

My earlier years of hiking and backpacking consisted of me and my avid outdoorsman boyfriend who loved to get out in the backcountry and rough it for a few days. Nature called and we both loved to gear up and get out into the wild where there were no sounds but the birds, the creaking of the tall trees and the waterfalls we passed along the way.

As much as these outings remain blessed memories and formative experiences in my evolving love and appreciation for nature, I began to realize that my partner always had a persistent striving to get us somewhere as fast as possible. I on the other hand preferred to wander and day dream my way, communing with the scents and textures at every turn. Sometimes this would result in an undercurrent of conflict between us. He was more about where we needed to get to, and I was more about where we already were. His practical, goal driven approach inevitably won out, and I seemed always to be torn from my reverie.

Years later, when I happened to start going on outings with a small circle of women friends, I noticed how profoundly different it was. We planned shorter distances whether hiking, biking or kayaking, and always had time and space to “stop and smell the flowers”. It wasn’t long before I was choosing the sister accompanied outings over those with my lover.

In hindsight, I get why we had to get where we were going. Darkness would eventually come and we needed to have covered the distance we intended in order to reach our desired location, which was what brought us there in the first place. I know this approach is not better or worse, just different. The masculine is different than the feminine. And the reality is that they are always dancing with each other within and around us

The reality is also that in the very patriarchal world in which we live, driven predominantly by masculine values and mindsets, the masculine overshadows the values and sensibilities of the feminine. While both are absolutely necessary for life on this planet, a clear lack of balance is evident. But is it balance that we need to achieve and which would bring peace, ease and fulfillment? Or, is it more an understanding and appreciating of the attributes of each, and that engaging each to enhance the other that would most serve us?

So many women who come to Vividly Woman circle start by sharing that they’ve lived almost exclusively in a masculine world in their work life for years. They feel so cut off from their feminine aliveness and starving for their true feminine nature. Once in circle and in the sacred and safe space of other sisters also craving more of their divine feminine juiciness, they start to melt away the hardened shell that formed to protect their softer essence.

It’s natural to create that shell like boundary when we are surrounded by it in the environments where we spend most of our time. Although I personally have very little experience in corporate settings, as the mom of 3 teenage stepsons I can relate wholeheartedly. It’s natural for the feminine to shy inward in the overwhelming testosterone prominent energetic because that’s the nature of the feminine; soft, inward, compliant, flowing, malleable. Without this quality in our world there would be no meandering rivers, there would be no melting snow, no merging of the seasons.

The masculine like wise brings with it essential qualities that are necessary for the beauty in our world. The masculine offers the banks of the flowing river so that it flows instead of floods, the outer casing of the tree we call the trunk bark that allows the sap direction and encasement to grow branches skyward so we are provided oxygen, and the masculine penetrating quality of the sun is what encourages our food to grow to sustain us.

Just like the way the masculine and feminine exist in nature, they exist within us and finding the ways that the masculine best serves our inner feminine is the wisest and most effective way to dance with it within us and around us.

Recently in a Vividly Woman monthly community tele-circle we gathered to reflect and share about the dance of the masculine and feminine in our lives.  It’s clear that there is a strong desire now for women to nourish more of our feminine nature to make up for the over abundance of masculine energy we’ve been inundated with. But is this all that’s needed? Don’t we also need to identify the ways that the masculine supports and nourishes the feminine, and enroll those aspects of ourselves to expand our inner feminine aliveness?

Here are some qualities of each:

Masculine qualities

Boundaries

Direction

Force

Commitment

Feminine qualities

Fluidity

Spontaneity

Ease

Devotion

Let’s look at how can we pair up these qualities to optimize, enhance and grow ourselves, our vision, and our planet?

The freedom loving aspect of our fluid feminine nature, that loves to day dream and absorb ourselves in the moment through our senses, could be harnessed and boundried by the masculine to amplify our rich sensuality and make it even more potent.

The spontaneity of our creative feminine wildness could benefit from some sense of masculine direction to harness the power of that wildness, apply it to a desired goal and achieve it.

The masculine force of a motor facilitates a feminine ease of travel.

And the masculine quality of commitment becomes necessary when all the feminine essence devotion in the world just isn’t enough to sit through the football season with your husband in exchange for him attending the flower show with you last spring.

The fact that we have been so immersed in the masculine energetic for so long qualifies us as experts, unfortunately often to the exclusion of our feminine blessings. Perhaps the answer is not to throw out the baby with the bath water so to speak, but to creatively and wisely interweave the gifts of the masculine to support and expand the blessings of the feminine.

Look around at your life and see where you are using mostly masculine or mostly feminine qualities. Then determine if a dash of the opposite could be useful there. Instead of thinking “how can I balance one with the other?” think, “how can I enhance, grow, optimize one with the other?”.

The dance of the masculine and the feminine is indeed a dance where one leads, one follows, and one channels and is informed by the other in a constant feedback dynamic. It’s how this planet continues to exist and flourish, and how we can too!

What is a Womens Circle anyway?

Describing the experience of sitting in a Women's Circle is like attempting to capture the magic of a sunset in words to offer someone who can not see, or finding words to deliver the taste and texture of fine chocolate to the palette of someone who has never had such pleasure.

I am asked the question, "What is a Women's Circle anyway?" a lot these days, and my first thought is, "Just come. Come experience it for yourself, because words have not yet been invented to do it justice." 

However, some people require more convincing than just that. So this post is for all of you!

A woman's Circle is an ancient way women have gathered to work, create, visit, dance, pray, grieve, celebrate, and be in council and community. As far as history and herstory have record of and undoubtedly before then, Circles have served humanity.

It is only in recent times we have changed the format, and so we have suffered. When women view one another as competition and as a threat, we rob ourselves of the gift of sisterhood. Sacred Circle is one of the ways we heal that wound and see one another with new eyes and an open heart.

When I sit in Circle I can see into each woman's eyes. I see her unique beauty, vulnerability, and her power. 

As I hold the stone, I am invited to speak my truth. There is no hurry, I do not have to think ahead of time what it is I "should" say. I can ask myself, "what wants to be said now?" and wait for the words to come to me. Often I am surprised by what comes out of my mouth. There is no agenda or expectation. 

I have relief knowing whatever I say is ok. There will be no feedback, no one offering solutions, or referrals. The Circle is safe, confidential, it is it's own covenant. My authenticity has space to exist. I learn about my essential self as I listen to my own voice with curiosity. At times I pass the stone and honor the voice of my own silence. This is a place free from judgement, especially my own self judgement.

We are a mirror for one another. My sisters speak and I remember we are the same. I empathize with her, and so I have empathy for me. Sometimes I slip into judgement and arrogantly believe I know what's best for her, what she should do, ha!  I sense the tension and contraction in my body, I release this notion that I know best, and return to open loving presence. What a relief, it isn't up to me to fix it! I learn to listen earnestly with my whole being. I stay curious and keep returning to a place of no judgment. This practice alone has made me a better mother, spouse, coach, facilitator and friend. 

In Circle we invite wisdom to come to us and through us, and it does! Circle has become one of my greatest teachers. Circle says, "Come, show up, and be exactly who you are, exactly where you are in your life in this very moment. It is ok. Just be as you are."

My mission is to set the feminine free! The work I do invites women to step into their leadership. Holding space for women to gather and return to Circle is one of many aspects of feminine leadership we offer. 

Look for a Women's Circle in your area, or if you're interested in starting your own contact me. I'd love to support you. Remember, when sleeping women wake, mountains will move!

"The fundamentals of spirituality connect us rather than separate us. Women meeting in circles with a spiritual center are in a sacred space, are practicing and developing compassion when they listen, and are deepening themselves.  The more circles there are, the easier others can form. At the same time, each circle adds to collective human consciousness. Each one is one more on the way toward the metaphoric 

millionth circle and the end of patriarchy".  ~ Dr Jean Shinoda Bolen.