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The Nourished Home Blog
On Thursday, October 1st the United States had its 294th mass shooting since January, 2015 at Umpqua Community College in southwestern Oregon.
That’s 294 mass shootings in 274 days.
Since the 2013 mass shooting of innocent children and teachers, including kindergarteners, at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut, there have been 142 mass shootings at our nation’s schools alone.
On October 1st, 10 innocent lives in Oregon were horrifically stolen because a troubled young man had access to a weapon that gave him the ability to kill a large number of people in a matter of minutes.
Mass shootings, whether they happen at schools, shopping malls, places of employment, or movie theaters have become commonplace in our country.
This phenomena is NOT commonplace in any other nation on earth.
I’m so excited to share with you an incredible gift my eight-year-old daughter, Laila, made for me. This gift has become the most powerful visual anchor I have in my home office.
A tiny bit of backstory here… My mom was watching Laila a few weeks ago and set up an arts and craft table for her. She got to work, completely on her own, and created this message for me (and for us all).
The work of parenting, caring for the elderly, and caring for loved ones who are sick is just as important, sacred, and valuable as any other job on the planet.
Do you agree?
I read something in the NY Times Sunday Review that struck a deep chord in me about what we value in the United States.
I’m sharing this with you because I believe that, together, we have the ability to change the status quo and pave a better way for ourselves, our families, and our society at large.
I've been thinking so much today about something I shared with the women in my Mama on a Mission Mastermind last week. And it’s about how to move forward when you feel like you’ve failed.
There have been many times in my life where I felt the sting of failure. And as a recovering perfectionist, the sting has really hurt over the years. But I’ve done a lot of work to transform my experience of failure and I want to share with you what I’ve learned.
Are you curious about what it would be like to find greater freedom and alignment through your failures?
“You are brilliant and you are great and whenever I see anything that may be inspiring to you, I want to be sure that you get it.”
~ Me to my husband in December 2000, a couple of months after we met.
Damian and I were children when we met and fell in love. I was 21. He was 22. I knew I was young. I knew I wasn’t “ready” to meet the man I would someday marry. But there he was and I welcomed him into my life with great joy.
Fast forward to today. We’ve been married for almost twelve years. We have two girls, ages eight and five.
We’re in the thick of it.
Over the two years I was pregnant with Laila and finding my way as her mama I was also working on my Ph.D. in Human Development & Family Studies at The University of Delaware. My research brought me to the homes of eight Quaker families in the greater Philadelphia area.
I interviewed these families about their stance on the Iraq War, the post 9/11 climate in the U.S., and how they work through these big issues with their young adolescent kids.
I was fascinated to learn how parents in a culture of peace living in the U.S. talk about big issues like war, terrorism, and globalization with their children.
I did this research because I’ve been called, for many years, to understand the inner workings of nonviolence.
When I was at camp a couple of weeks ago I wrote about why I like to be where no one can find me.
And I acknowledged that although there is a magical freedom that comes through stillness, the voices of fear, doubt, and criticism can show up in this quiet space, too.
If you're afraid of where your mind will go when you're in the quiet stillness I have something to share with you.
I’ve been here on this quiet lake with my family for almost two weeks now. No internet. No T.V. No office hours.
Just bonfires, kayaks, boats, hammocks, and lots of board games.
I’m not 100% unplugged but this is a true escape from my daily life and work.
And I realize that even this isn’t enough.
I’m feeling this deep desire to be on my own where I can’t check my phone and nobody knows how to reach me. Not even my own kids.
My neighbhorhood is notorious for creating ridiculous entries in our town’s annual summer parade. Themes have included: Flamingos dancing flamenco. The “Lobstercracker” (a Maine version of the Nutcracker ballet as danced by humans from 2 to 72 in lobster costumes). Pirate Penguins... You get the idea. Total nonsense.
And this year the kids took over. Our sweet, loving, creative, and kind neighborhood kids turned biker gang. They donned black t-shirts, bandanas, temporary tattoos, and they took control of all citizens over the age of 21 on our street.
I woke up late this morning.
I was up late last night working through some big stuff for my family’s future. Changing the course of our lives kind of stuff… I didn’t have it in me to prepare ahead for today.
So I woke up to lunches that needed making, bags that needed packing, and nothing was ready.
Morning mama zen time was out the window. I was smack in the swirl of get up, get ready, and go.
So lunch, sunscreen, bug spray, bathing suits, towels, farm boots, all needed to be gathered and the girls needed to be swept off to this summer wonderland without mama losing her sh$t getting them there.