May 12, 2015

Ten thousand flavors of tears

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I am writing from a small café on the Champs-Elyseés, soaking in the final moments of my time in Paris (pics below!). After four days together in this breathtaking city, we just completed the graduation session for the Creation Course, and I’m overflowing. Overflowing with pride, with joy, and with volumes of gratitude. These women […]

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April 23, 2015

In Praise of the Pig-Headed Girl

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I have always been a pig-headed girl. Always. Sometimes overtly, sometimes subversively. I secretly thought my way was always the best way. I had no tolerance for a certain kind of conformity. I got severely reprimanded for using orange typing paper by my closeted high school English teacher, since the white-out I used was, well […]

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March 31, 2015

Notes from my dressing room

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I am writing to you from my dressing room. It’s 5:12pm on Sunday afternoon, and we have just wrapped the first weekend of Mastery 2015. Moments ago, I left a stage filled with dancing, hugging women, turned on and ecstatic, at a level I have never ever experienced on a first Mastery weekend. This work […]

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March 24, 2015

The Book of Ruth

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“whither thou goest, i will go. whither thou lodgest, i will lodge. thy people shall be my people, and thy god my god.” – the book of ruth I want to talk about Sisterhood. And Callings. As in – the thing we are called to do in this life. The archaic definition of the word […]

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March 17, 2015

6 Mistakes That Keep You in Indecision

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It is so easy to make the same choice over and over and over again. Making a bold decision, and stepping into something new is almost impossibly difficult. Usually we have to be chased by something achingly painful – like a viciously unhappy relationship. Or deep physical discomfort. Or a job we hate that does […]

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I am writing from a small café on the Champs-Elyseés, soaking in the final moments of my time in Paris (pics below!). After four days together in this breathtaking city, we just completed the graduation session for the Creation Course, and I’m overflowing.

Overflowing with pride, with joy, and with volumes of gratitude.

These women have courageously generated a whole new vocabulary of emotional truth, range, and depth inside their magnificent sisterhood, exploding with the perfection of every kind of tears.

It’s not just the vanilla happy or vanilla sad women have been programed and permitted to feel.

It’s full depth and breadth and range, introducing us to flavors and colors that our souls have been longing for.

When a woman learns to feel truly right about herself, truly grounded in her own majesty, she becomes the poet of her emotional landscape.

A wildflower field of tears.
Tears of every flavor, every texture, every fragrance.
High notes and low.

She erupts in heirloom tears of her ancestry.
Tears of gratitude for a sense of belonging in a way she could have never imagined.
Tears of too long pent up rage, finally hitting the release button.
Tears of empathy.
Tears of breaking through to learn parts of herself that she never knew she could stand inside the rightness of feeling.
Tears of joy that is so effervescent, so sparkling, that it has no known container.
Tears of relief at finally having been seen, been known, been gotten.
Tears for her mother and her mother’s mother who never knew what was possible.
Tears of release.
Tears of celebration.
Full on, full out, tears of finally feeling her freedom.

This is what we all want.
And yet, it’s what we were all taught to shy away from.
We want to live the full emotional range of what it means to be a woman.
We all deeply long to sop up the good gravy of life and lick the plate clean.

This is what reclamation looks like, and this is my desire for you and for every woman who enters the doors of the School of Womanly Arts.

Here are some pics of our adventures in Paris – including a flash mob at the Eiffel tower, a chateau and gardens lit by 2,000 candles, picnic in the park and so much more. I hope they inspire and move you. Check out our photo album on facebook, here!

In so much love and pleasure,

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I have always been a pig-headed girl.
Always.
Sometimes overtly, sometimes subversively.
I secretly thought my way was always the best way.
I had no tolerance for a certain kind of conformity.

I got severely reprimanded for using orange typing paper by my closeted high school English teacher, since the white-out I used was, well — white.
Actually, I never ever even learned to type properly because I never ever ever wanted to work in an office.
When I was doing a chore I hated – like setting the dinner table – I would spit in the glasses of the family member I was loathing that day.
Pig-headed, that’s me.

Imagine how much better my English grade would have been if I were not so.
Imagine I could have typed my own papers in college rather than off-loading them to my boyfriend, or writing my whole first book in longhand on lavender legal pads.
Imagine enjoying my family chores instead of using them to get secret revenge.

Being pig-headed has downsides, for sure.
Pig heads are not so well-liked.
They are the problem-makers and shit-disturbers.
And they frequently make choices that might not make ‘sense’.

But the upsides so far outweigh all of that.
A pig-headed girl never ever lets someone make her do something she does not want to do, without saying and feeling ‘ouch’.
A pig-headed girl thinks her opinions – even if they are wrong – matter, and are worth fighting for.
She listens to the truth inside her, rather than opting for the party line.

She makes mistakes – no doubt. But she never makes the mistake of self-betrayal. Which, for a woman, is the most heart- and soul-breaking move that she was taught to make.
pigheaded2When a woman folds, and says yes to something or someone she does not believe in, she deflates a little.
Every tiny time she betrays her truth, and feels the guilt of that, more of her good sweet hot air seeps out of her.

Today is a good day to celebrate the belligerent.
The rebel.
The truth-tellers.
The marvelously mischievous pig-headed girls.

xox,

p.s. Are you a pig-headed Sister, too? Where in your life could you use a medicinal dose of pig-headedness to stand for your truth? Would love to hear from you in the comments below!

 

Notes from my dressing room

I am writing to you from my dressing room. It’s 5:12pm on Sunday afternoon, and we have just wrapped the first weekend of Mastery 2015.

Moments ago, I left a stage filled with dancing, hugging women, turned on and ecstatic, at a level I have never ever experienced on a first Mastery weekend.

This work is not for the faint of heart. It requires a new form of courage – a courage to overcome centuries of woman-hating with a deliciously defiant leap into self-love and celebration.

I witnessed the most glorious pas de 300+ women these past two days – reclaiming their power and unwrapping their radiance – not with fear and trepidation, but with the enthusiasm of a gang of preschoolers let loose on Christmas morning.

Towards the end of the weekend, one woman framed that this work gives her Permission. Permission to love her rage, her tears, her snotty nose, her turn on, her beauty, her passion.
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The Book of Ruth

“whither thou goest, i will go.
whither thou lodgest, i will lodge.
thy people shall be my people, and thy god my god.”
- the book of ruth

I want to talk about Sisterhood.
And Callings.
As in – the thing we are called to do in this life.
The archaic definition of the word ‘call’ is when the divine inspires, or urges you to do something.
We are not well-trained in listening to that kind of call. Especially because it is voiceless – coming from a place of eternity and infinity.
We are more trained to respond to texts, to e-mails, or reprimands.
We can get so busy with all the other kind of calls, that we can’t always hear the truth of our soul.

But sometimes, as you know, something — is it inside? outside? — makes you take pause. And pay attention to something that makes absolutely no logical sense. But it fills your soul to overflowing with the essential essence and elemental fragrance of intoxicating, overwhelming you.
Which frightens and captivates, simultaneously.

There is this woman.
A tall drink of water, you might say.
Head full of curls.
Heart filled with song.
Who has been a fixture in the Mastery classroom since it’s inception in 2006, and a student of the school a few years before that.

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It is so easy to make the same choice over and over and over again.
Making a bold decision, and stepping into something new is almost impossibly difficult.

Usually we have to be chased by something achingly painful – like a viciously unhappy relationship. Or deep physical discomfort. Or a job we hate that does not pay us enough.
And even then, how many of us cling to the old ways, as if there was some kind of salvation there?

It is way easier to cling to the pain that is known, rather than to jump to the potential discomfort of something new.

But. You know, as well as I do -
There is no better feeling than learning to expand into the woman you were born to become.
And there is no way to expand in a truly profound and meaningful direction that does not require making a decision when faced with the choice point: turn left or right? Keep going, or make a u-turn?

Today, I want to talk about that choice point, the line in the sand when you decide . . . or not. Because this is the moment when women often get stuck in the formaldehyde of indecision.

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