10+ years of navigating the active dis-ease, trauma, tragedy that consumed my mother’s life.
10+ years of learning how to pick up the pieces of my life after her complicated death; tending to all the emotional shrapnel in my Being, grieving both her life and her death, seeking ways to survive, making meaning of it all.
I woke up at 3am today…
Bursting with Awe. Gratitude. Vitality.
Sitting alone in the peace of the quiet early hours, feeling into…
The thriving I have chosen for my Self, again and again;
The liberation I have created in my Being through these choices—liberation that has rippled through my bloodline;
The pride and joy I feel from my mother’s spirit—sensing her hand on my shoulder, her loving gaze on me as I write this.
No material success I have landed compares to the arrival I sense here, now.
As Mother.
In a way that was not modeled to me. In a way I have chosen, curated.
To arrive here, in all the ways that here means, on the verge of welcoming our son earth-side… birthing him into a life I once only dreamt of… a life that once felt utterly impossible from where I stood… a life I chose to believe in anyway.
Here, at the beginning of a new era.
A new Legacy.
For me. For my family. For all the other families I impact through my Being and my business.
Knowing that this is the foundation of… everything.
Walking with duality as I feel into the enormity of it all.
The places I’ve gone to arrive here.
The places I see us going from here.
It’s mind-bending.
And at the same time… of course.
I am so fucking proud of me.
And I am infinitely grateful for my mother.
For all she was, and for all she could not be in this lifetime.
For all her soul taught and continues to teach my soul.
For everything I have Become.
For everything I am just beginning to Become.
Come whatever may.
Knowing… I Am The One Who… will make magic of it all. 🔮💎🪞
Rewriting the greatest story of my life this Mother’s Day…
After two decades of this day highlighting my greatest heartbreak.
10+ years of navigating the active dis-ease, trauma, tragedy that consumed my mother’s life.
10+ years of learning how to pick up the pieces of my life after her complicated death; tending to all the emotional shrapnel in my Being, grieving both her life and her death, seeking ways to survive, making meaning of it all.
I woke up at 3am today…
Bursting with Awe. Gratitude. Vitality.
Sitting alone in the peace of the quiet early hours, feeling into…
The thriving I have chosen for my Self, again and again;
The liberation I have created in my Being through these choices—liberation that has rippled through my bloodline;
The pride and joy I feel from my mother’s spirit—sensing her hand on my shoulder, her loving gaze on me as I write this.
No material success I have landed compares to the arrival I sense here, now.
As Mother.
In a way that was not modeled to me. In a way I have chosen, curated.
To arrive here, in all the ways that here means, on the verge of welcoming our son earth-side… birthing him into a life I once only dreamt of… a life that once felt utterly impossible from where I stood… a life I chose to believe in anyway.
Here, at the beginning of a new era.
A new Legacy.
For me. For my family. For all the other families I impact through my Being and my business.
Knowing that this is the foundation of… everything.
Walking with duality as I feel into the enormity of it all.
The places I’ve gone to arrive here.
The places I see us going from here.
It’s mind-bending.
And at the same time… of course.
I am so fucking proud of me.
And I am infinitely grateful for my mother.
For all she was, and for all she could not be in this lifetime.
For all her soul taught and continues to teach my soul.
For everything I have Become.
For everything I am just beginning to Become.
Come whatever may.
Knowing… I Am The One Who… will make magic of it all. 🔮💎🪞
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