The Hawaiian Jungle gave me Medicine I didn’t even know I needed…

There is no boss or job to blame it on anymore. It’s just me…

I am so free that I get to feel caged. I am so free that I get to choose

Yup, there it is. I fucking said it. A “healer”, a “coach”, a “medicine woman” is saying that money regulates my nervous system.

Sexual safety wasn’t even in my vocabulary until my mid-thirties…

I was the most dangerous person to myself for a really long time…

I was never taught that my Safety mattered…

Here are a few things I have come to understand.

• Preparation is NOT control

She will know that SHE is more important than any job or grade…

What would you do? What would you say? Who would you choose to spend your time with?

I hope I never stop seeing Life through the eyes of the deprived child I once was…

There are times, even still, after all the years of work, healing, learning and unlearning that I have done, when I feel weak, small and like I have no clue what I am doing. I feel like I am failing and that nothing I do is enough…

Liberation…something countries have fought over…

How committed are you to living the Life of your Dreams?

What would happen if we work WITH resistance instead of against it?

The age old question…nature vs. nurture…