Feminine Path of Recovery
Too many of you have been held down
In large and small ways, in direct and indirect ways, too many women are dismissed, diminished and held back from their own greatness when, in an ideal world, we would all be lifted and supported by those around us, those who came before us.
Recently, I was talking to my daughter about ancestors. I was explaining to her how we stand on the shoulders of those who go before us in the best of circumstances. We are held up, we are lifted high. Our ancestors...
I wanted to feel better, that’s all.
That’s all, and it’s everything, isn’t it? For as long as I could remember, I longed for experiences of myself, and of life, that felt different.
I wanted to feel better (safe, secure, at ease) in my skin.
I wanted to break the legacy of addiction and violence in my family.
I wanted to be a good enough mother.
I wanted to feel safe inside of relationships with other people.
I wanted to feel alive, not slightly distanced from...
This is a love story.
More than ever, I know that my story has never been anything but a love story.
Talking about illness and past hurts is tricky territory — the human inclination is to look away or create distance, “Oh poor her, that is tragic.” Please save that kind of pity for something else. Because this story, my story, is every woman’s story to some degree.
I’ve never met a woman who doesn’t suffer at least a little bit in the present moment from...
I've been thinking a lot about addiction and recovery as I've been winding down my work in preparation for our move, and feeling all the feels about all of it. Because I'm recognizing the clear signs of withdrawal from work. From WORK for crying out loud. It's been like falling down the rabbit hole in Alice in Wonderland -- I keep thinking I'm going to get to the bottom but I keep falling, my past rushing by, offering me greater wisdom and healing around the gift of addiction and the call to...
Let's begin with a fundamental truth.
No one escapes the discomfort of uncertainty. That's the truth. The wisest course of action is slow down and lean towards it, peer into it's depths and soften your whole body. To welcome the waves of emotion as they crash on the shores of your being. The quickest way through (which may not be fast at all) is all the way through.
New beginnings are uncomfortable.
Knotted together with the wonder and consciousness-expanding experience is the...
At two points in my life, I stopped drinking: first, when I was 18, sickened by my decisions and the hold that alcohol had on me. By ultimatum, I attended Alcoholics Anonymous and stayed sober for five years. My motivation was escaping the destructiveness I experienced in myself: the poor choices, the darkness, the desire to be numb.
Sometimes, resisting something is enough. Certainly, it was enough to keep me sober for 5 years.
However, the second time I got sober I was again sickened...
This morning, I dropped you off at middle school. Your first day of 6th grade. This is a big moment - middle school is so different from elementary school. The stakes are higher, the perils and the promise are greater. I hope that your excitement and enthusiasm is met by wonderful teachers and delightful new friendships.
I notice that when you enter a new grade, a new stage of your life, I am nearly always taken into a state of reflection on my experience at your age....
A few times a month, I send a special missive to the women of this year's Wild Wealth Collective. This week's post in particular, for me, sums up the work that we must do to be the women we want to be: for ourselves, in our business, with our resources and for the world. May this spark the fire in your heart to commit to yourself, to commit to be the woman you want to be in all arenas of your life.
Joy and Discipline? Say what?
I will start by telling you that today is the...
It was Roughly Thirteen Years Ago
I was sitting at my kitchen table with case of beer in the fridge, a half-smoked pack of cigarettes on the table and Pema Chodron's book, When Things Fall Apart in my hands.
I could not get drunk that night.
I was dismayed. (Which is an understatement.)
As the sun set over the Olympic Mountain Range, the brilliant orange colors lit up the Puget Sound. I closed my eyes, and I had what was the first Medicine Vision I remember having.
I was very good at solving the 'not enough' problem.
Over and over again, monthly - if not every two weeks - I found myself filled with fear and the rush that would come with scrambling around, finding money, paying bills, shuffling debt around. Then I would reward myself with mindless spending on stuff that I didn't really want or need, perpetuating the cycle when the money would run out and the credit card bill would arrive.
Fear, panic and the question, "Why does this keep happening?"...
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