“I used to think that your content was powerful, and so I would sign up for the content that I was interested in.  After I took enough of your courses I realized that being in a safe container of people where I was allowed to be myself, the real me, and show up messy and confused and however I was actually feeling and that not only would I be accepted but I would be supported was just as healing as the content that you make” said said as she shook her head gently and began to look away.

A storm was rolling in, and the air was thick with humidity. I wiggled my toes on the hardwood floor and felt the moisture of the humidity on the floor. I smiled gently and kept wiggling my toes because I realized I enjoyed the way that it felt. It felt good to be present with my reality and my body. For years, I spent my life in my head, constantly thinking rather than feeling

There are some environments where it is safe for us to express the authentic version of us and there are some environments where it is unsafe to express the authentic versions of us. The pain that happens for us when we have to hide parts of ourselves for extended periods of time is profoundly impactful and damaging

The moment that I became a mother, I knew that I would die for my babies. The flood of emotion that washed over me the night that I gave birth for the first time was undeniably one of the most powerful experiences of my life. In a moment, my whole reality changed, my priorities changed, my mindset changed, my life changed.

You honor your authenticity in a way that I have never witnessed a human embody authenticity before. It takes my breath away to watch you have such a deep and strong sense of self that you never waiver from who you are.

I  knew it wasn’t easy for him to disappoint someone, especially someone he cared about. Of all of my children, he was the one who struggled with disappointing people the most. He and I were working hard on him being ok with voicing his own needs and desires, even if someone else didn’t like them.

I sat with my eyes closed as I began to shift my awareness from the inner landscape of myself to the outside world and the room I was in. I began to listen for sounds in the room, I could smell the essential oil diffuser that was running. I wasn’t really ready to open my eyes yet so I left them closed.

I smiled gently at her, knowing that the conversation was done. She didn’t need to understand the way that I move through the world or the way that my son does. I understand him, and that’s enough; I don’t need her to.

It was pitch dark, and I couldn’t see anything, but I recognized that my body was searching, almost like my eyes wanted to see the concepts that were landing for me. I could feel my eyes darting back and forth, and as they moved, energy began to awaken in my body.

Seconds after standing, the next wave of contraction came, and she pulled me close to her. I clung to her, and my head gently landed on her shoulder as the wave of contraction washed over my body. It was one of my first experiences of fully letting someone hold me, mostly because I had no choice.