What if our only job was really to be here. We have these imaginations which can launch us into the future, the past and every which way but here. They seem so enticing and invite us to build and create and then move towards that. Yet, when we do, when we are focused there, we are living in fantasy time. It’s fun, yes. I love living in my imagination. This isn’t a knock on imagination. But it seems there is some way we have all closed up shop on the present and took up residence in imagination land.

What does it mean when we say we are living a wild life?  Re-wilding our life?  It means many things to many people.  It is buzzing around.  That is important, the buzzing.  We have become so lost from our contact with the natural elements, fibers, textures that we emerged out of.  So yes, I am glad re-wilding is buzzing around.

When we are wild, in the wild, of the wild, a component of that is being right there.  Right in the midst of whatever is alive in the woods, in the sky, below the earth.  We are sensing, hearing, seeing, smelling and touching it all.  When we are immersed in the wild our senses are alive.  We are noticing it all as it unfolds, this life, in the wild.

I am here to help women connect with their deepest truth, to become their own truth-tellers. This doesn’t mean avoiding lies; it means being present in each moment. It means knowing what you’re feeling, being aware of where your body is, listening with your entire being, and speaking from that place—moment by moment. Truth-telling isn’t easy. It involves listening to all parts of yourself: the scared parts, the puffed-up parts, the arrogant parts, the shy parts. Then, you must part the seas and step forward from your essence. From there, truth emerges.

Truth-telling means doing what feels essential in your bones, even when part of you is screaming that if you do it, you will be rejected, dismissed, discarded, or canceled.

Do Less…..Be more…..

Really. I mean it.

Do less.

We do so much. So much more than we need to do. We do a lot to make things look perfect. Polished. edited. Complete. Why? Why do we insist on putting things in perfect packages and boxes and presentations?

The internet makes this more incentivized, more alluring, with the beautiful edited polished websites that present a persona, a package that is not human, not wild, not natural, not really real. Why do we (me included) insist on presenting a perfectly edited version of everything. Completeness? Is it because of the idea we have internalized of arriving somewhere? Does it help us feel that we have arrived somewhere when we finish something and it feels perfect. Packaged well? Then what? We set off again to create another perfectly polished package.