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Christmas looked a little different this year We pulled off our very first take at Christmas dinner with no hands on help from family. Just all referencing family recipes and putting on our big adulting pants and stepping up to the plate And guess what. We NAILED it. Absolutely slayed everything. When things seemed to be uncertain, we created such a wonderful sense of normalcy in the smallest way we could... For two people, we have leftovers for the next three Christmas’s but it was entirely worth it I hope that all of you have found some joy no matter how big or small this season. From my heart to yours, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone

Our muted voice. So. I’m fired up. I gotta say I’m actually a bit pissed off to be honest. I follow many educators and people on my social media’s, who’ve had to scramble to protect themselves from the new *ensorship and updates that rolled out today. How ironic given that one of these massive platforms was literally based on a hot/not rate system for girls on a college campus.... It’s angered me deeply. I couldn’t stop pacing and moving. This morning my whole body felt hot, my throat and jaw felt like they were in a vice grip. Why are our bodies and voices such a threat?! I wanted to scream. I can’t be alone in this right now. In fact I know I’m not alone in this. And if it’s not something you’re feeling now, I can guarantee that you’ve been there once before too. This isn’t anything new. In fact I can trace my own suppression of my voice back to childhood. I can trace it through my mother. I can feel it through all the womxn in my family line. You know one of the things that really annoyed me about my mom growing up was that she never seemed to have an off switch. Throughout my childhood, as close as we were, it was something I resented her for. It wasn’t until I witnessed people in her life, cut her out and cut her off, but be willing to keep my father in the picture, that I realized why I was so uncomfortable. She was powerful. God she IS powerful. Her voice is a force. It brought down walls and broke through chains. She was a warrior in every way that I couldn’t fathom being because it scared the living shit out of me. Just like those other people who couldn’t handle her. So instead they chose to bring her down. That’s what’s happening here. Again. And again. Except magnified. Grossly affecting the most vulnerable. While others deemed worthy and safe, remain unscathed. Well. What to do now. Rise from the depths. Rise above it, to new heights far beyond what they ever thought was possible. I see your Check. And I raise you a Checkmate.

Feeling out of focus with your vision?? Want to create a minute of clarity Try these out and let me know how they sit in your body ... Did they feel light and expansive? Did they feel heavy or stir up something inside you? I’d challenge you to get curious about it. If you need help reach out to me! I’m happy to chat, or even better, we can get you in for a personalized session that can help serve you the best during this time