When was the last time you truly believed that anything was possible for your life?

When I started my journey into the sacred feminine I was lost, I didn't know who I was or what I wanted, and I felt like a caged animal in my life. The craziest part? On paper I had everything I THOUGHT I'd always wanted.

And yet, I was lonely and overwhelmed by motherhood, partnership and life as I was doing it. I knew there had to be a more beautiful version, but had no idea how to access it. I yearned for more & knew I needed to approach it differently than ever before.

There is a whole part of history that we were never taught, that isn’t shared in churches or around the dinner table, and certainly isn’t found in schools. It’s the “herstory” of how our female ancestors lived, how they communed with the land, how they embraced the natural cycles of nature and their bodies, how they explored their humanity and their divinity.

Thousands of years ago, women were often the spiritual leaders of their communities, the healers and the wisdom keepers. Women were at the core of every community, men honored them for their ability to create new life and sought them out for advice.

Have you ever had a moment when you felt everything shift? That happened for me this summer. I was all set to start grad school for a masters degree in therapy and in an instant, it all changed. I had a beautiful interview with CanvasRebel where I got to share about that moment.

From the moment I stepped foot inside, I felt a shift. From the colors to the altar, to the big fuzzy rug I laid my body on— all of it was so beautiful. Every sense was engaged through the experience. One of my favorite details were blowing out the candles as I processed grief. A process I will never forget.

There is something built into our DNA that longs to be fully known, seen and loved by other women. And that’s not the way of doing life prescribed by our current culture.

This month I’ve been especially in tune with the dissonance I feel between the natural rhythms of the outside world and the cultural pressure to ignore them. I have been craving slowness and rest, reveling in this deep winter as time to tuck in and simply be… instead of trying to plan the whole year ahead…

This is my dream. That more women wake up to their authentic power and sovereignty, that they honor their own wisdom and they show up fully in their lives.

Three years ago I felt like a caged animal…

What does it mean to come home to yourself?

This has been my initiation over the last three years (and really lifetimes)… the movement toward myself, the turning inward, looking at the parts of me that are more easily & comfortably left

I reclaim this body. Every inch of her. Even the parts I avoid looking at in the mirror, the parts I don’t want you to notice. I reclaim her beauty, her power, her wisdom.

I want to measure my life in one simple way: by being intentional about the legacy I leave for my children.

I want them to see the way I live, the way I love, the choices I make and know that I am willing to take risks, to go to my depths, to express myself fully, to honor my deepest desires even when they made other people uncomfortable.