Where I live

I live in the in-betweens, those back alleys that aren’t really a place of their own but clearly have who we were at one end and who we will become on the other. While looking back everything is relatively clear, distinct, sharp, looking forward is often filled with fog, hazy, not clear.

I live, physically, in a small apartment with my kids and husband. It too is an in-between space, where we landed as we figured out our next steps. Now we are here, waiting and doing what we need to move onto our next planned step, not knowing what will come our way to change our course and seeing clearly all the choices we made and didn’t make that brought us to this space now.

These in-between spaces are my life. The older I become the more I know, deep in my bones that these in-betweens, these back alleys that lead us into our next ways of being, our next iterations, our next phases of life, are life itself. Those unseen destinations ahead of us are often mirages that shape-shift with our whims and choices and non-choices and with the wind and with things far beyond our knowing or control.

These liminal spaces were once terrifying to me. My need for plans, for knowing, for having the false sense of control and safety was strong. I lacked resilience and would fall to pieces if the slightest thing went seemingly off track. It would take days or weeks for me to recover and even in the recovery of the disappointment or frustration there lived a deep resentment and deeper fear of the fallout of things not having gone “my way.”

In time I learned the value in having fall back plans. This brought comfort in that if Plan A didn’t work out exactly I still had plans B-ZZZZZ to work through. These fall back plans were my safety nets. They both helped me learn to build resilience and also stunted my resilience. I still needed control. I still feared the unknown. I still could not bear the dissonance of the in-between spaces.

I’m not entirely sure I can pinpoint when it all changed. When these in-between spaces, when these gates into the Underworld, began to feel like home. When my resilience grew back wholly and completely. I can not tell you the date or the exact steps I took to land here. I know part of it was coming into my body. I know part of it was seeing an amazing therapist (or three). I know part of it was becoming a mother and wanting more and better and different for my child. I know part of it was the reading of All The Books and getting my own degree in psychology. I know part of it is simply growing older and no longer having any fucks to give.

Here I am. I have been walking with Inanna for years now, going down into the Underworld, learning to sit in the discomfort of my own grief and trauma, learning to hold space for others to do the same. With each descent and ascent more layers come off and I leave more of my masks and armor and distracting baubles behind.

I live in my body. In her very real liminal space, moving from motherhood into cronehood. Shifting and softening. Creaking and popping more than in years past, and even with the pains and aches that are new to me now, I feel more comfortable and at home in her than ever before. The anger and resentment and sense of betrayal that I once had for her feels like a distant memory and I almost question if I ever hated my body at all.

Almost question. Because I know. I know I hated her. I hated her softness and curves. I hated how she drew attention from some people but not from others. I hated how she felt weak and defenseless against the world, against men who only wanted to take her and use and then discard her like a piece of trash.

I know I resented her. I resented all her limitations. I resented how she “turned on” me, how she wouldn’t bend or sway or stand or leap or run or punch or kick in the ways other bodies did. I resented how she was built and what all that meant. I resented her nature and naturalness. I resented how she was a target for pain and beatings from those who were supposed to love me. I resented how she just kept taking it, kept going on, wouldn’t stop. I resented my body’s resilience with all my mind. I resented her because I could not understand her need to survive or keep going or keep living, even in the worst and most torturous of circumstances.

I know I felt betrayed by her. Again and again. Becoming pregnant when I didn’t want her to and then becoming infertile when I desperately wanted another child. I felt betrayed by her “unspecified” diagnosis and how there was no clear or straight path to fix her, according to the myriad of doctors who poked and prodded and cut and then sewed her back up. I felt betrayed again by her curves and the attention they received, both “positive” and less “positive.” I felt betrayed by her sicknesses. I felt betrayed that she wouldn’t do exactly what I wanted her to do when I wanted her to do it.

I lived in that space for a long time. The hatred and resentment and betrayal almost ate me alive.

And here I am. From where I am now that all feels so very long ago. Though I know it wasn’t.

Here I am now. Now, I love my body. I revere and respect her. I am honored and humbled and so deeply grateful that despite me she kept going. I am amazed at all she has endured and grateful that she has held these stories and truths about the experiences that made me in a safe space until I was ready to know them.

I am at home in her. At home in the pleasures and pains of her. At home in the discomforts and comforts. At home in what she is right now. At home with the aging body she is becoming.

This is where I live. In my body.

In this amazing body that has endured tortures and pleasures. In this amazing body that keeps going despite all my past attempts to stop her. In this amazing body that has given me two beautiful living children. In this amazing body that is shifting and moving in her own ways. In this amazing body that holds both my stories and the stories of my ancestors. In this amazing body that knows.

I live at home. In this body. In the liminal spaces of life. In this tiny apartment that keeps us warm and safe and dry.

I live at home. In my freedom and unapologeticness and strength and power and daring and light and wholeness and knowing.

I live at home in my being and becoming the Unleashed Woman who my body held and nurtured and kept safe and brave through all our years.

I live at home in me.

xoxo

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Today’s post was inspired by two different writing and exploration courses. One by Jena Schwartz and the other by Isabel Abbott and Bronwyn Petry. I encourage you to explore their work and see if any of their future offerings are right for you. xoox

October 27, 2016October 21, 2016

Reclaiming Our Light

What does it mean to step into our light? To claim our light? To embrace our light?

It is about reclaiming our brilliance, our fire, our spark.

It is about embracing the truth that we women are forces of nature.

It is all about being an Unleashed Woman.

It means claiming authority over our own life and claims and confidently sharing our knowledge, education, and experience.

It means claiming space: physically by not trying to shrink our body; emotionally by allowing our emotions to be felt and processed; psychologically by speaking up when something doesn’t work for us; spiritually by having practices that feel right for us in connecting to the greater world, to nature, to the cosmic energy of the universe.

It means embracing and loving our Whole Self, unconditionally and unapologetically.

It means connecting deeply with others, especially other women.

It means being self-aware, trusting our intuition, feeling good in our own skin, and acknowledging and accepting the ebb and flow of life.

Stepping into our light, becoming the Unleashed Woman is about making and breaking our own rules. It is about living life on our own terms and not compromising who we are to make others feel safe or comfortable.

Claiming our light, becoming our own Unleashed Woman is about taking up space in our homes, our work spaces, our entire world. It is about using our voice, daring to be heard and seen, embracing our power, all without apology.

Connecting to our light and the Unleashed Woman within us is about accepting our “flaws” and imperfections. It is about not pretending to “know it all” or “have it all together.” It is about us making mistakes, but not beating ourselves up for it; instead apologizing and making amends when necessary and learning and then doing differently in the future.

Embracing our light, our power, our strength and daring is being an Unleashed Woman and seeing other women as comrades, as sisters.

It is about knowing who we are. Analyzing ourselves, our emotions, our actions and looking for deeper meaning for our reactions to things. It is about trusting our intuition and listening to our body. It is about allowing ourselves to feel the bad times as well as the good, knowing that in time, regardless, this too shall pass.

And.

Reclaiming our light is also about stepping up and correcting the injustices we see in this world. It is about standing beside those who have been wronged and fighting with them to bring about justice and equality.

It is speaking out against our culture, not only in our being – also in our doing. This could look like going to protests or marches. It could look like donating money and or time to causes that call to us. It could look like raising our children to aware of the injustices in the world and showing the injustices in our history. It could look like listening and hearing and believing someone when they tell you of their own lived experience. It could look like voting from someone who you may not like, but know in the greater picture will be the better option for the oppressed, including you, in this country. It could look like calling out and in family and friends when they make a racist or ablist or misogynist comment or joke.

It could look like a million different things. And each of these things matter. Each of these are ways that we both step into our own light and create the space for others to step into theirs.

Because while this work is about us, it is also about our greater world community. It is about tearing down the oppressive systems we live under and building anew so everyone is free. It is about not only surviving, but thriving, both individually and collectively.

Because the truth is we cannot do this work alone, in a vacuum. The truth is not a one of us by ourselves can change the entire world. The truth is we need to do this work in community.

Together.

You and me and our all our brothers and sisters. Together.

Let’s do this thing.

(Below is a 20-minute video of me talking even more about this idea of reclaiming our light. I hope you enjoy it.)

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(Interested in reclaiming your own Light, your own Unleashed Woman who lives within you with a community of other women? Then I invite you to join us for my next six-month circle, Exploring our Light::(Re)Connecting to our Strength, Power, and Daring, that begins November 1. You can learn more and register right over here. )

This is the fourth in a four-part series of essays and videos. Want to see the rest? You can find them here:

Reclaiming our strength

Reclaiming our power

Reclaiming our daring

Reclaiming our light (this post)

October 25, 2016October 27, 2016

Reclaiming Our Daring

It is both an act of rebellion and an act of bravery to move against our (racist, misogynist, all the -ists) patriarchal culture. It is an act of daring to show the world who we truly are, to break the rules of compliance and complicity, to speak and shout and scream out against injustice.

Our culture wants us quiet, or rather, silent. Our culture wants us to look the way. Our culture wants us to follow the rules (you know, the ones that are ever changing and are different rules than the men need to follow). To be nice girls. To be polite.

Our culture wants us pitted against other women. Our culture wants us isolated, lonely.

Our culture wants us constantly striving. For better. For more. To never be satisfied with who we are or what we have. And in this striving we are to stomp on any other woman who gets in our way.

Our culture wants us buying into the stories of how we are too much and not enough. It wants us nearly immobilized by our shame.

Fuck our culture.

This is a culture that allows us to be raped, beaten and murdered. For the perpetrators to either not be punished at all, or get such lenient sentences that it’s laughable. And at the same time, we –the actual victims– are blamed. You know all the stories, she was in the wrong place at the wrong time, well with what she was wearing what did she expect, she should have taken self-defense classes, she should have never talked to/dated/married him in the first place. Maybe you have even told some of these stories yourself.

Because we think if we hold up the lies of our culture, that somehow we will be safe.

But see, that right there, that is another lie our culture tells us.

We are not safe. We haven’t been for millennium.

Knowing this, it takes a great strength, it takes all our power, it requires every ounce of daring we have, to stand up against our culture.

To dare to speak out.

To dare to speak up.

To dare to speak at all.

It takes a great strength, it takes all our power, it requires every ounce of daring we have, to declare that we are perfectly fine as we are, that we do not need fixing, thank you very much, and by the way, neither do our sisters.

To dare letting go of the stories of how we are too much.

To dare letting go of the stories of how we are not enough.

To dare feeling comfortable in our own skin.

It takes a great strength, it takes all our power, it requires every ounce of daring we have, to find and connect to and embrace our sisters, both by blood and by community.

To dare to show ourselves to the world so our sisters can find us.

To dare being honest and vulnerable.

To dare to acknowledge when we make mistakes, when we unintentionally harm others and to make the repairs necessary and do different the next time.

And here’s a thing: We have daring in our very being as women.

We dare to get up each day and try again, no matter how many times we have been shoved down.

We dare to fight for our children, their rights and well-being.

We dare to do things differently from our mother’s generation.

We dare to find ways to connect to our Whole Self, and embrace her as she is.

We dare to say fuck you to a culture that says we don’t matter.

We dare to claim our worth.

We dare to claim our value.

We dare to claim our bodies.

We dare to claim our experience.

We dare to claim our existence.

And it’s not easy. It’s messy and hard and frustrating and sometimes lonely. Particularly when we are in that in-between space of shifting from Leashed Woman to Unleashed Woman.

Daring to become the Unleashed Woman within requires fortitude, bravery, resilience. It requires us to be deeply connected to our own individual strength and power and the strength and power of the collective. It requires us to be able to sit in the discomfort of being rebellious, being a rule breaker.

I invite you to embrace your own daring, in all the big and small ways. To step into the discomfort of doing and being different. To join us in burning all this shit down and building up new.

Will you accept the invitation?

(Below is a 20-minute video of me talking even more about this idea of reclaiming our daring. I hope you enjoy it.)

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(Interested in deeply connecting to your own daring, your own Unleashed Woman who lives within you with a community of other women? Then I invite you to join us for my next six-month circle, Exploring our Light::(Re)Connecting to our Strength, Power, and Daring, that begins November 1. You can learn more and register right over here. )

This is the third in a four-part series of essays and videos. Want to see the rest? You can find them here:

Reclaiming our strength

Reclaiming our power

Reclaiming our daring (this post)

Reclaiming our light

October 20, 2016October 27, 2016

Reclaiming Our Power

If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a hundred million times:: We live in a culture that hates women.

Our culture hates white women. It hates brown women. It hates black women. It hates trans women.

It hates women. Period.

And.

Our culture is smart, it’s learned through the years how to truly keep us leashed and under its thumb.

It pits us against each other.

It dangles carrots for us so that we think we will rise up to the top of the heap, but only if we betray all other women.

It tells us over and over again that the ideal female (who is still hated by the way) is white, young, and thin.

Our culture turns us against our grandmothers, disregarding their wisdom, mocking their age and “dementia,” and frailty.

Our culture turns us against our daughters, having us teach them to not be seen or heard, to be polite, to be nice, to not speak, to keep their emotions and opinions to themselves.

Our culture turns us against our mothers, these women on their way to becoming the grandmothers, these women who have done what they needed to do to survive and by extension for their daughters to survive.

Our culture turns us against our sisters, not trusting them, not believing them, gaslighting them, telling them their emotions and experiences aren’t valid, that they are to blame for all that has happened to them, including the things they actually didn’t have any control over.

Our culture lies to us, telling us how other women are the problem, how we ourselves are the problem. It tells us we are worthless, weak, and powerless.

And perhaps that is the greatest lie. Because love, we are powerful beyond measure.

We make up half of the world’s population. We are the ones who birth babies. We are the ones, despite how much our culture tries to hold us down, who rise up, again and again, demanding to be seen, to be heard, to be respected, to be treated as equals.

We are powerful forces of nature, us women. Together we could move mountains. Together we could burn all this shit down. Together we could create a world where all are truly equal.

The thing is, we need to come together first.

We need to break the leash of our patriarchal training and culture.

We need to stop believing the lies that other women are the problem, that we ourselves are the problem. We need to stop gaslighting each other, stop judging each other, stop shoving each other down so we ourselves can rise up.

We need to claim our power. The power that lives within each of us and the power of our collective womanhood. The power that is being deeply connected to our Whole Self: body, mind, spirit, soul, shadow, light, feminine, masculine. The power of being deeply connected to each other.

Until all of us are free and equal, none of us are free or equal.

It is time to rise up. It is time to burn this all down. It is time to embrace our world-wide sisterhood. It is time to stop betraying our own.

They think they took away our power. We think they took away our power.

They didn’t.

It is here living inside of us, waiting for us to allow it to rise up.

It is time to embrace the Unleashed Woman who lives within each of us, whether we think we are ready for her or not.

Join me?

(Below is a 20-minute video of me talking even more about this idea of reclaiming our strength. I hope you enjoy it.)

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(Interested in deeply connecting to your own power, your own Unleashed Woman who lives within you with a community of other women? Then I invite you to join us for my next six-month circle, Exploring our Light::(Re)Connecting to our Strength, Power, and Daring, that begins November 1. You can learn more and register right over here. )

This is the second in a four-part series of essays and videos. Want to see the rest? You can find them here:

Reclaiming our strength

Reclaiming our power (this post)

Reclaiming our daring

Reclaiming our light

October 18, 2016October 27, 2016

Reclaiming Our Strength

I’ve been writing about our patriarchal training for a while now, how it holds us down, keeps us small. I gave names to the wounds our culture gives us as women (Leashed Woman) and to the feeling of freedom once we have begun our journey of healing and breaking the binds our of training (Unleashed Woman). The training that we receive is real, and the wounds we inherit and receive for this training are also real. And the truth that we can break free, is absolutely real too.

We have been told as women we are the “weaker sex.” We are, supposedly, weaker physically, emotionally, intellectually, and spiritually. We are taught that our bodies are places of sin and evil, as are our minds and spirits and souls. We are taught that we are unable to do for ourselves. We are trained that we need others in authority, usually (white) men, to explain our bodies or our minds or our connection to the Divine to us. We are feeble. We are delicate flowers. We need others to help us get through even the most basic of functions and duties.

Fuck that.

We are strong. We women carry within us the strength to create life. Just stop and think about that for one moment – whether you’ve actually had children or not isn’t relevant – we have in our very being, our DNA, our essence, the strength to not only carry and grow another living being within our womb, allowing it to expand us in all the ways possible, we also have the strength to PUSH THEM OUT a hole that is half the size of the head we are pushing through.

And yes, there are those of us who experience infertility. And there are those of us who choose not to have children. And yes, there are those who required emergency cesarean sections to birth your babes.

AND NONE of that changes the fact that your body contains the strength to do this thing of creating and birthing life.

That you are STRONG. And that not only are we physically strong as women, we are emotionally, intellectually, and spiritually strong too.

Part of the strength of our body is all of the emotions it holds within it. The bottled rage of generations. The bottled grief. A weak body, a weak person, could not hold these emotions within. Nor could a weak person choose to connect with these emotions, to explore them, to embrace them, to process them, to heal them. A weak person could not feel these emotions and survive.

It takes strength. Of character, of stamina, of body to hold and connect and heal these emotions we carry, from our own lived experience and what has been passed down to us by our ancestors.

We are strong of mind and intellect. Despite the fact that boys are favored in classrooms. Despite the fact that we are talked over in meetings or at social gatherings. Despite the fact that those of us with young children are so sleep deprived and just plain mentally exhausted from care taking that we can barely see straight. Despite the fact that we have to punch and push and tear our way into male-dominated professions to be even invited to be in the room, let alone to a seat at the table. Despite the fact that we are physically and mentally drained from all our unpaid physical, psychological and emotional labor.

Despite all that, we are writers and scientists and entrepreneurs. Despite all that we are activists, politicians, and professors. Despite all that we are lawyers, speech writers, and Supreme Court judges. Despite all that, one of us is about to become President of the United States. Despite all that, several of us have been Prime Ministers throughout the world.

We have strong minds. We must to be able to see and unravel the insidious training our culture gives us. We must to be able to speak out, coherently, against this culture and its training, despite how it stacks the odds against us. We must to be able to tear this shit down, brick by brick (ha! first typo started “prick by prick”!) and to create new spaces and a new world for ourselves, our daughters and nieces, and our grand-daughters and grand-nieces as well as our sons, grandsons, nephews and grand-nephews.

We are spiritually strong. When we connect to our bodies, when we allow ourselves to be grounded and rooted in our physical self, we feel and see and know how deeply connected we are to all life and to all that is of us and beyond us. Our monthly cycles connect us to the moon, to our planet, to the ebb and flow of life and death. We know, in our bones and being, the truth of our greater connection to our planet and all the people and living beings on it. We hold ourselves, and others, accountable and we know that by connecting to Spirit (or the Divine or God or Goddess or the Unified Theory or whatever you personally call it) we are able to understand and feel deep compassion and unconditional love.

Women are beyond strong. We are a force of nature. We are fierce. We have within us all the strength we need to tear down these systems that oppress us, that try to keep us isolated and small.

Let’s take off the leashes and binds and chains that are keeping us small, that are convincing us we are weak and unimportant. Let’s stop believing the lies.

Let’s become Unleashed Woman.

xoxo

(Below is an 17-minute video of me talking even more about this idea of reclaiming our strength. I hope you enjoy it.)

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(Interested in learning how to deeply connect to your own inner strength, your own Unleashed Woman who lives within you? Then I invite you to join us for my next six-month circle, Exploring our Light::(Re)Connecting to our Strength, Power, and Daring, that begins November 1. You can learn more and register right over here. )

This is the first in a four-part series of essays and videos. Want to see the rest? You can find them here:

Reclaiming our strength (this post)

Reclaiming our power

Reclaiming our daring

Reclaiming our light