Let your answers be in your actions, and in the fertile space between. As fully integrated soul in body, knowledge and words emerge naturally, from that place that seamlessly breathes and sighs. Live life in the weft of action and inaction. Fully inhabit the ink, beyond the hand, beyond the pen, beyond even the page massaged. Glide, slick, lustrous. Be a verb. Be a song. 🦋🦋🦋 It's time to stop compartmentalizing the "spiritual" and "embodiment." My experience is that what splits us from our body is precisely our disconnect from what I call "soul." My late father once wrote in his journal (when he was just a young man in college) about his intention to raise his future children "nurturing and raising within them the deepest questions of life-the spiritual questions." He wrote: "My concern is not which religion they choose to follow, but that they search with intensity for that indestructible part of themselves." In the Sanctuary, we've just been re-entering womb territory. That portal where deep pre-verbal imprints can be rewritten. That space where safety can be reclaimed and re-write our story from deep waters. As we traverse it (and for some of us, re-traverse it), identity evolution quickens and widens, like the contractions of a labor speeding up and rebirth becoming imminent. I am not surprised, but also still totally in awe of this work which can take even the most seasoned practitioners into deeper depths and higher heights, more integrated in the whole spectrum of being both a precious, specific body and an eternal, powerful soul. When we do this rebirthing work it ripples out into our lives, creating waves of positive change. 🦋🦋🦋 INVITATION: Now is an optimum time to join us, as we are in a renewal phase of learning & practicing within the Sanctuary. It is FREE to inquire and to experience a discovery call with me, so please reach out to me here in the Village with any inquiries about this, or visit the CLASSROOM where you'll see information and a link to my calendar.

Even after immersing myself in somatic integration work and mind-body-spirit alignment for several years, I still sometimes suffer imposter syndrome, and wonder whether the slow, patient, steady space I am holding is really moving the needle for people. Like a gardener diligently showing up to water the soil, pull weeds and fence the garden bed from hungry critters, there's only so much I can do: provide proper conditions, nourish what is organizing, encourage the natural intelligence of the seedlings to take root, soften, and begin to open. But the natural intelligence itself is the thing doing it. I am just the gardener. In a culture that elevates doing, my deepening stance of being, and doing that emerges from being (as opposed to doing untethered from being), sometimes still triggers doubt. Am I missing something? (read: Am I not enough?) The irony is that the more I sink my roots into being, the easier doing becomes. It flows, it reaches further. It lands. It calls situations into my life that resonate with the heart and soul work I am here for. It is humbling and empowering both at once. And so, as I go into four podcast interviews this week (not preparing, just arriving, as me), I hold the torch for you too, to sink your roots deeper, and let your branches reach higher, not straining, but ecstatically unfolding. 🦋🦋🦋 INVITATION into the Body & Soul Sanctuary: Now is an optimum time to join us, as we are in a renewal phase of learning in the Sanctuary. It is FREE to inquire and to experience a discovery call with me, so please reach out in the Village or directly here with any inquiries about this. It's my intention to further your clarity of your heroine's journey, whether or not we end up working together long term. Below is a short video of Sheryl reflecting on how this work has really changed her experience. In particular she shares about the ATTUNEMENT of this work, which is unique from a one-sized-fits-all model of healing, growth and transformation, and how it changes the way we can relate to others through more ease within ourselves.

The eve of our Spring Equinox ritual at the Body & Soul Sanctuary brought a fresh visitation of rain. I stood at my altar in my office, having cleared it completely for a full reset, lit incense, and cracked the window to hear and smell the wet air. Stepping beyond mere professional space-holding—while doing ritual in private—and into welcoming others into my sacred altar space has not been a small thing. I have often felt like the Easter hare who is still half-bird, laying rainbow eggs while learning to scavenge, lope, and nibble grass on the ground. Integrating the part of me that is fully unfettered with the part that carries the weight of suffering has been a continuous journey. Sometimes it’s hard to know if it has been fruitful. Are the rainbow eggs doing anything other than sitting around, merely decorative? Shedding skins of conditioning, questioning habits, beliefs, and ways of operating, and waking up to the unconscious ways culture promotes mis-truths, has been an uncovering both external and internal—and has heightened my desire to ensure that what I do here has substance, not mere decoration. As I placed items on my altar anew last week, each thing vibrated, each thing lived in my hands. And when I planted each seed from our Village ritual and covered them with flower water, whole portals were activated. I actually believe that. Not just symbolically. I think the reason it’s so hard to believe in magic these days is not because it’s not real, but because so much has become decorative. So much has become about reputation, performance, perception. The false allure covers over the true gold, but it doesn’t mean it’s not there. I am feeling grief as I write this. Magic isn’t feeling happy or successful every day. It’s knowing that everything is held in a field of Grace, and that it’s possible to traverse the full spectrum of experience and never be outside of Original Blessing. Once we know that, it’s possible to work with life—not to rescue it or be rescued by it, but to be present with it—while holding the memory of flight.

This morning I learned an Ostara/Spring Equinox story that felt like a beautiful example of my soul work, and the work we do in the Body & Soul Sanctuary. Apparently, the word "Easter" is tied to a Germanic goddess named Eostre who radiates warmth from within, much like the Greek goddess Demeter (mother of Persephone) who represents the verdancy of spring. Eostre is often followed by creatures, including birds, who are messengers of her radiance and joy, helping it spread to the far corners. It is said that one of Eostre's birds became sick or injured and was too weak to fly, so she turned the bird into a hare, whose strong body was much more grounded and capable of spreading Eostre's messages upon the ground. This hare never lost her bird-like ability to lay eggs, magical rainbow eggs that she lay all over the earth, maintaining both the spiritual memory of flight but now also possessing the embodied strength of the earth, and becoming a living example of renewal. For those of us who have touched the Mystery and recall the magic of flight, and are now called to sustain that light in the tangible ways we create our lives here on the ground, this story is perfect for the exact moment of rebirth happening on Planet Earth. Alchemy is not about denying the dark, the pain, the tension, the corruption, and the woundedness as it reveals itself. But it is about recognizing that revelation (seeing with clear eyes what is) lays the groundwork for transformation. For how can we transform what we do not see? But clear seeing without nature's miraculous power of renewal can lead to depression, overwhelm, powerlessness, and a need to go back into numbness. When we bring clear seeing (the gift of discernment, not naivete) together with the gift of renewal (the gift of an open heart that has not lost faith), we get the perfect container for rebirth. In the Body & Soul Sanctuary, we will be celebrating renewal through a journey on the Wheel of Regeneration, experiencing it somatically together, sharing in simple ritual, and welcoming new members into our intimate container of initiation.

There is a barren desert hidden in my viscera, where a version of me has been for ages, thirsty, alone, hearing only wind. Even now, though, the thought of wind brightens me, like a long-lost uncle tickling the trees. Visiting the ocean and floating in her warm, gentle arms near the Mexican whale nursery was like wind chimes reaching that place where nothing had touched for eons, was like the face of a friend I thought had died, appearing suddenly, windblown, glowing. And now: I cannot numb anymore this ache of loneliness which has followed me for generations. There is a rumble in my body like tectonic plates, rearranging. This next seed vibrates an underground thunder, hooves of wild horses stampeding through dust toward the smell of water toward the smell of water... Oh, my heart. Oh, my ancestors. Oh, my children. Kiss this seed with me. She is all of our seed. She is the memory of the star that birthed us all. ​ 🦋🦋🦋 How is your personal longing tied to collective liberation? Where does your deepest pain show you the edge of the path your soul is called to walk in this life? My experience is that when we have the courage to step into creatorship with our life and to transform the wounds caused by trauma and conditioning, destiny emerges through the cracks. Right now, we are seeing lots of cracks in the collective structure. Regenerative medicine teaches us to tend the terrain. Cracks expose weakness, but seeing the points where the terrain is weak means we can better determine what's missing, and fill in the gaps with necessary nourishment. Sometimes revelation looks like shock, but the gift in it is clarity. We are not powerless to respond when we respond from the deepest place of our soul. I know this from being physically handicapped and unable to stop the shock that ravaged my health (physically, mentally and emotionally) when the vaccine tore through my terrain like bullets (literally, it felt like that). When I look back on that experience with a mindset of curiosity and opportunity, I feel I've been given a dharmic task to extensively study and map the journey one embarks upon when healing the gap left between body and soul due to injury, trauma, or the harder-to-track, often-nebulous soul loss that quietly lingers in wider culture where generations previously got lost along the way and hadn't finished putting the pieces back together when we were born.