There is a threshold between desire and manifestation.
Between wanting and having.
A shimmer.
A held breath.
The pause between lightning and thunder.
This is the liminal space.
This is The Holding.
Category: Musings
Flirting With Infinity: The Opening
Flirting with infinity is a posture.
A tilt of the chin.
A gaze held across a crowded room.
A willingness to let the future notice you, noticing it.
Thirty Years In.
What endures outperforms what dazzles.
Thirty years in business distills you.
It sands off the applause hunger.
It replaces adrenaline with discernment.
Becoming Fact
This past week news came out of Texas that brings The Handmaiden’s Tale one step closer to being fact instead of fiction. I am not a…
Finding Words
Trying to put words to a vision can be difficult – the English language feels too confining yet I don’t know any others – so I…
Water
Today I am so very grateful for the flowing of water. The way it washes me clean. The way it fills me up. The way it…
Fearlessness
Over the past week or so I have been witnessing a brilliant conversation about fearlessness. People came together and shared their truth and it was beautiful…
All the emotions
Embracing my human design has helped me appreciate and be grateful for my great big feelings. I love that I can cry at the drop of…
Always, Darling
Some of the greatest gifts I have ever received from my mentors are the tools to connect deeply with my future self. This song – it’s…
