My wish for you.


If we were sitting together with our backs pressed up against a big old wise tree, the sun dappling through leaves that are rustling softly with the breeze, musing about the magic and mystery of life, I'd tell you that you are more powerful than you ever gave yourself permission to believe.

I think you are incredible, with your deep thoughtfulness, your tenderness and fierce courage, your craving for quiet, your vision, your longing to have a deeper impact in the world.

I'd acknowledge that something deeply-buried is shifting in you, and the calling to something new is getting louder.

That all the stuff that's happened to you is rocket fuel for your transformation and evolution. That there is alchemy in transmuting that energy, that narrative, into something more potent, more empowering, more alive.

I'd tell you my wish for you is that you know that you belong here, in this miraculous life.

Right now, and just as you are.

Real, messy and magnificent, with high, strong energy and fire in your belly.

And in fact, the world may just be depending on it.