A few years ago I spent the winter in California. Some days, at my friend’s house, we’d leave the doors open and one day a little bird got in.
She was flying around distressed and then she flew into my friend’s bedroom as I went to put a doorstop in the door.
But when I went into my friend’s room, she wasn’t there. I looked and listened but nothing. Maybe she’d flown out of the door when I turned my back.
Today’s the last day to register to work towards your Sacred Goal with the support of an AMAZING community.
You’ll be supported by the sacred energy of this community with a shared purpose.
With whatever you’re struggling with right now, you have a spirit guide team that’s specifically designed to help you navigate that.
I’m postponing the Sacred Goal Challenge by 2 weeks so we’ll start APRIL 10th. I want to apologize to those of you who this impacts. I know some of you are navigating childcare and other challenges so this is not a decision I made lightly.
I’m creating a community of weirdos, activists, creatives and spiritual types to work towards your sacred goals in a way that’s HEALING.
To build a world that’s more just and whole, you need to start with yourself. The more healed you become, the more energy you have to work towards your personal sacred goals and your dreams for a better world.
Jane’s in $20K debt and thinks, “I’m a piece of shit. I’m bad at money. My family’s bad with money. I’ll never be good at it.”
Then she feels like crap and doesn’t even try changing the pattern because it feels futile and out of her control.
When I was 21 I was just starting to learn about privilege. I took a seminar on the Indigenous People of Quebec where we had guest speakers who were activists and lawyers fighting for the rights of Indigenous people.
My friends were all taking similar courses, reading more and waking up to the state of the world.
I wanted to help.
When I went to my grandparents as a child, my nana would cook a huge meal for the family. All 32 of us would pile into her tiny kitchen and fill our white plates with the brown curling borders with cheese pie, peas, mashed potatoes and iceberg lettuce salad with Kraft dressings.
We’d sit at the kitchen table to eat and then have our tea and cookies “in comfort” in the living room.
My mental health is the best it’s ever been, despite the pandemic and the lockdown and the February-ness we’re in right now.
A big part of it is because I’ve been working with the same amazing mental health professional for over 3 years.
My high school volleyball coach was tough. We’d run suicides at the beginning of practice and then if we complained about being tired she’d say, “Games are won by the team who can still play well tired.”
Sometimes we’d talk about her behind her back, but deep down I knew she cared. In gym class she taught us kickboxing and was passionate about us, young women, knowing self defense.
