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open wide and say, YES!

I am gathering a circle of women for the purpose digging deeply into soul work.  As much as this idea intimidates me, it's also pretty thrilling and feels like it's just the right time.  This is another one of those thoughts that I've had a million times over the years, visioning it in so many different ways... women sitting on cozy couches in a little cafe... coffee cups amidst a sea of notebooks, pens and paper at my kitchen table... a group of girls settled into a nest of colorful blankets at the beach with the sound of the sea as our muse.

But it's not about the, how.  It really is all in the, Why?

In the safety of a circle we can share our desires, offer up ideas and resources and solutions, be each other's cheerleaders and true-believers, stoke the inner fire and see the fruits of our labor come to be. Because this work is our lifeline.  It is as necessary as breathing.

I've worked alone for the most part, on much of my creative journey, sitting with tender new ideas and watering soul work in all different stages of growth in the quiet of my own beating heart.  It's time to open up and let more light in.  I've been practicing all year letting people in and peeling back the layers.  It's been real and hard work.  To keep showing up and saying out loud that what I believe in what I do and have to offer is not easy, but if I have learned one thing over the trajectory of this creative career is that this is the source of it all ---> the singular belief in myself <--- it's not only about creating something from the heart and living a good life, it is believing that all of it, everything that is and comes from who I am, truly matters.  This never comes with complete conviction.  Ever.  You have to fake it until you make it, keep breathing into the pose... and I am thinking more and more that this day doesn't really exist.  Still, it's this truth that actually creates the space for dreams to manifest.

And as things grow, as I grow,  there is the need to open wider... w-i-d-e-r...

Hosting this group is just one more step into saying "I believe in Me, and, I see you and believe in You, as well."  It's a heart-centered invitation for more clarity and connection, and for making a difference in the quality and amplitude of my creative work in an energetic way that I can't accomplish alone.  It's standing in front of the mirror and not looking away or being overly critical.

A wise friend gave me this advice at Squam last fall, to look for these mirrors, people I trust to let in and really see me.  Like most things, you never know how the seeds of those moments might come to be, but I see now how that one conversation planted so much in my life that I was yearning for, that are now wildly flowering in unexpected places.  Pure magic and beauty.

So I am making the commitment to myself, to my work, and to the kindreds in this circle to create, share, and be a sacred space holder for the alchemy of what can only happen together, in witness to one another's truth.

My work used to be about wishing big.  Now I know, with absolute certainty, that it's about making these wishes come true.

Are you ready?  I know I am.


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