How Does Your Body Want to Move? {Podcast Ep. 16}

I recently visited a labyrinth. I go to this labyrinth and wander the grounds, gardens, and the paths of the labyrinth itself when I need to submerge mySelf in silence and Mama Nature and my own depths. When I need to reconnect to the earth and mySelf. When I feel ungrounded.

It is always a nourishing experience, and well worth the 45 minute drive to get there and the 45 minutes home. I never seem to come away quite the same, which I am glad of.

This last time I visited, I had an experience quite unlike any other. I allowed my body to move as it wished, in a way that felt quite out of balance, and came away surprised at the result.

Listen in below or in iTunes, and then tell us in the comments, once you've played with this concept with yourSelf for a bit -- how does your body want to move in the world?

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How NOT to Run a Women's Cirlce {Podcast Ep. 15}

Over the last few years, I've dabbled in leading a women's circle. Want to know how not to do it? Learn from my mistakes, which I share in detail in this episode.

Content warning: there is a brief discussion of suicide in this episode.

Also note, this episode was recorded in my car, so the quality is less than desirable. Thanks for putting up with me.  :P

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Tell Me Your Secrets

I sit down at the coffee shop. There are only a few long, wide tables, and all the patrons gather around them like we're family, like we know each other.

I sit across from two older women, skin wrinkled by life and joy and sorrow and sunshine, women with fire in their words and eyes and fingers. They clink mugs, talk about their book club, their loved ones

and I want to scream at them,

"How do you do it? How have you survived this world all this time, a planet whose beauty and power is raped by the rich, by those fed with silver spoonfuls of lies, by those who are never satisfied, never empathetic, never never never.

How can you fucking stand it?

How are you not in the streets in sackcloth and screams, rending your hair and burning it on the front steps of our capitals?

And I know, today's world is not unique in its ruin. There have always been dictators and hand-crafted poverty and men who relish standing on the souls of others.

But god, when I read about yesteryear, I thought if it became today I would feel stronger, more awake, that each free breath I take wouldn't be so profoundly exhausting.

So how do you do it? How do you refrain from setting the strongholds of toxic masculinity on fire? How do you smile at any man? How do you stop yourself from encasing your heart in ice seven inches thick so you don't have to feel the weight of all this ugliness?

Tell me your secrets. I wish to learn."