What is your core calling?
Women come to me with big ideas and core callings that they think are too bold, edgy, or out there. They fear they aren't enough to live up to their dreams of making a big impact. I guide them through their fears and into their brilliance so that they can achieve success and impact as leaders, activists, and change makers.
It's time for you to bring more harmony, joy, and peace to your own Nourished Home. And it's time for you to step up and into leadership as a Mama on a Mission, doing your part to create a more nourishing home for our planet and the whole human family.
Together, let's look at the whole of your life and help you achieve wild success, healing, and joy at home and as a leader in your community.
We are the Mama on a Mission Movement™. When you first heal what's holding you back, you become the medicine that our planet needs to heal and thrive.
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The Nourished Home Blog
What I'm sharing here may or may not sit well with you. But I want you to know that I share this with the deep intention of speaking up and taking a stand for safety, justice, and freedom for all. I share this in solidarity with all Mamas on a Mission (that includes you) because our voices, leadership and change work are so desperately needed.
As Cornel West says, "Never forget that justice is what love looks like in public."
And you can't separate the political from the personal. I believe that you and I are here to create a legacy of love and justice for our human family, from the private sphere of home to the public sphere of our communities.
Last week was truly transformational for me. I went on retreat with a dear circle of women in North Carolina. I left feeling more of who I truly am. More than this, I left our circle feeling into the power of what I and all women have to offer our world at this time in history.
On my way home I stopped in New York City to visit my in-laws and see Dolly Parton. My sister-in-law, Maeve, a tried and true Brooklynite, is obsessed with Dolly Parton. And Dolly was playing in the city. So the decision was made for me.
I thought I was going to watch Maeve watch Dolly. I thought it would be fun and sweet and hilarious. But let me tell you, Dolly brought me to CHURCH, and I’ll never be the same.
I cried here by the creek this morning in my beloved woods feeling so many emotions... From what I've been holding for my daughter, Flannery, and her complicated recovery since her accident three weeks ago, to the mass shooting in Orlando on Sunday, to the expanse of the truth that we have no control, and we can at once be filled with grief, anger, anxiety, love, joy, awe, and hope.
I can't tell you how many times I've held myself back from experiencing life, ever since I was a young adolescent, because I thought I was fat.
I can't tell you how many times I didn't put on that bathing suit and splash in the waves.
I can't tell you how many times I didn't get on stage to sing or speak because I thought I didn't "look the part."
I can't tell you how many times I missed out on opportunities I didn't even let myself think about because I felt safer hiding out unseen.
And then I birthed two girls into the world and my relationship with my body wasn't just about me anymore.
My relationship with my body was now a legacy -- A legacy that I would pass down to my children.
My six-year-old, Flannery, fell on the playground at school Tuesday morning and severely broke her elbow. She was rushed to the hospital by ambulance and Damian and I were told to meet her there.
As I drove to the hospital it felt like the ground wasn't beneath me. How was it that she was in an ambulance and neither of her parents were with her?
My Dad and I got to the hospital first. Time stood still as I waited for Flanny to arrive. And then I finally saw her sweet face. Her brave spirit. And that arm. My stomach turned.
We weren't designed to live, love, grow, and lead on our own. We humans are relational creatures.
Our deepest power, love, and knowing comes through being in community with each other.
Without community, without support, without being seen and heard in your deepest truths, you won't get far.
Yet when you circle up with other dynamic, devoted, diverse, and supportive women, you BECOME more of who you really are.
Who are you in those quiet moments when no one else is watching?
What is reflected when you look in the mirror?
Love? Anger? Wisdom? Shame? Gratitude? Disgust? Beauty? Courage? Grace?
Whatever you see in that mirror is a reflection of the current perceptions and beliefs you have about yourself.
And I ask you to imagine what's possible for you if every time you looked in the mirror you were devoted to seeing the reflection of love, compassion, and gratitude. No matter what.
I went through a lot in this little town growing up, like you did in your own hometown.
Coming home with my family has been so beautiful, so healing, and also forced me to confront a lot of the stories from my childhood that still impact me today.
It's an unfolding and I must be patient and kind to myself.
When you imagine the children of our world growing up, do you want them to feel safe and even thrilled to let their unique brilliances be fully seen, received, and appreciated by those they love and serve?
If you want your children to feel free and full and alive in these ways then you must give yourself these very gifts NOW.
If you want to live in a world where all children feel safe to be fully expressed, living lives of purpose and impact as they grow, then you must give yourself these very gifts NOW.
What I have learned is that the inner revolution of your own healing is the very medicine that ripples out and changes legacies in family, community, and our global consciousness.
Whatever you are preparing to birth right now -- a baby, a creative project, a mission-driven business, or the next offering on your service path, it's time to feel reverence and awe because what you are doing is sacred.
And whenever you're birthing something substantive into the world you're going to be afraid.
You're likely going to have a moment (or two) where you don't think you can do it anymore.
Giving birth is messy. Powerful energy surges through you. It can hurt. It can feel ecstatic.