I recently made a post about a subject I find fascinating - inherited family trauma and how it might be affecting our lives today. There's evidence to show that we can inherit and carry reactive behaviors and mannerisms for at least three but possibly up to SEVENTEEN generations back. The response was wildly divisive.
Three Years Ago We Began Lockdown - How Has the Pandemic Changed You?
Pandemic lockdown in America started three years ago this week. We all sorta remember what we were doing around then, right? Like the JFK assassination or 9/11, there are moments that cause a visceral before and after memory of ourselves and our world. And though it affected all of us differently, the truth is that this period in time has changed everyone in some way…how did it change you?
Vulnerability Changes Everything: Leading My First Global Clarity Breathwork Ceremony
Yesterday I led my first global Clarity Breathwork ceremony in front of over seventy people. This ceremony was a bigger stage than I'm used to (that of my breathwork teachers) and there was a rocky road leading up to it, including my assigned co-facilitator bowing out just two days before our ceremony. Here’s why being witnessed having an ugly cry on the day before helped.
Ground Yourself No Matter the Storm: Plant Roots at the Next Women's Circle
With massive winds and relentless storms here in Northern California, many big, beautiful, ancient, trees have been taken down. It's been awe-inspiring, sad, and quite humbling to see the root systems of these trees when they fall, so complex and strong that they take entire driveways and roads with them.
Sorting the Baby from the Bathwater: How to Approach the New Year
Your Life Is Already Wild and Precious: How Mary Oliver Can Guide Us Through the Seasons of Life
Over the past few weeks I’ve gone on vacation with my family, gotten really sick, gotten better and then sick again, made lotsa of plans that I then had to cancel, tried to rally and accomplish things that I genuinely want but am currently just not capable of, and overall had to come into acceptance of something…an unexpected season. Here’s what Mary Oliver has taught me about my own wild and precious life.
I’m Hosting a Virtual Women’s Circle, but What if Nobody Comes? How to Be Brave Anyway
I’m hosting a virtual women’s circle this weekend and I’m afraid that nobody will come. I am an extremely thin skinned, overthinking, highly sensitive person who (even after a decade sober and countless forms of healing) is STILL driven by a thousand forms of fear. But wait, am I? Here’s how I manage to live a big, courageous, juicy life while still having a loud inner committee (and you can too.)
The Journal I Found After My Mom Died - How We Can Keep Writing Through Grief
After my mom died, I found an old journal we’d shared when I was sixteen. It was buried beneath the clutter of my childhood bedroom, which I cleaned out after she died. I noticed that I'd been the last to write, never passed it back, and the journal had eventually been forgotten about and shoved beneath my bed. It felt like yet another thing I could guilt myself over, which was something I did a lot in those early days. But through that fog I had an idea…
If You're Hurting, You're Not Doing It Wrong: Being a Sensitive Human in a Changing World
Whether it’s their interests, bedtime routines, or shoe sizes, it seems like as soon as I’ve settled into “we are reading Inside Out every night” my kids are changing again, and I’m left holding the book. As much effort as I put into letting go, allowing them to be and develop and grow into these new humans on a daily basis, as much as I attempt to practice the “your children are not your children” idea, breathing into the now and welcoming the new phases, the truth is…I also feel grief. If you do too, you’re not doing it wrong.
I'm Now Donating a Percentage of Sales to End Alzheimer's & Other Brain Diseases
I've always imagined that a portion of the Questions You'll Wish You Asked journals should be donated to an Alzheimer's ending organization, especially with the amount of messages I get from people who are filling out journals with loved ones struggling with dementia. I’m done waiting until “someday when I make more money.” You should be done waiting too.