Self-Love During The Season Of Small Children

Being mama to little ones under 5 is hard. I haven’t gotten past it yet, so I don’t know how it changes as they get older. I’ve heard that it’s more emotional while this season is more physical.

All I know is that right now, this season of growing babies into preschoolers, is hard. With little sleep because my toddler is still breastfeeding and teething and needs lots of comforting and rocking through the night: With no personal space because they both need to touch me constantly. With no time to sit down because he’s climbing the furniture again and trying to break his head. With no quiet because she’s telling me a thousand things.

It is also a heartbreakingly beautiful season.

As he explores and wanders and she wonders and learns. Those thousand things she’s telling me are actually fascinating stories. He will insist we dance and sing and run outside. Their smiles light up my world. Their hugs melt all the frustration and stress away. And then we loop through more hard things, again.

It’s been hard to learn to balance and take care of me when I’m so focused on taking care of them. I have a full time job away from them, so my mom and sisters keep them during the dy. If I’m being honest, I appreciate the mental space away. But I feel the guilt too, so all my time out of work is spent with them. I don’t take evening commitments, because I need to be with them. I don’t do book club anymore, because that’s their time. (Plus I fall asleep these days when I try to read.) Some days I do resent it a little, but I also know there is only a little time left like this and then I’ll be asking my teenagers to remember I’m there.

We don’t have a clean house, though we keep it good enough to keep out vermin. Mu husband does most of the housework that gets done because I do most of the kid care. We’re still to tired for much. Dishes. Laundry. Sweep. Repeat endlessly.

I’ve stopped hating it and fight it—I just accept that this season in our life looks like this. I cannot be the super mom I see on Facebook who must get up at 3am to vacuum and dust and run and make crafts. I want to be her some days, but mostly I want to sleep when I get a chance. Plus my little guy won’t let me get away from bed—he need the book buffet open all night.

On the weekends, I choose to eat hundreds of pretend cakes in a tiara and go to the aquarium and play Candyland and read the book with the great train sounds instead of tackling the never-ending To-Do list.

I don’t regret it at all.

My gift to you is permission to let things go too, especially the guilt and should that don’t fit. Your kids won’t notice or remember if their birthday cake was made from scratch or store bought, they just remember you let them eat cake (!!!) and sat to eat it with them.

And, if you’re a full time at home mama, make sure you get those mental and physical breaks away. We love our kids, but we need our sanity too, and that sometimes means getting out of their sticky grasp for an hour or two.

I’ll leave you with a blessing, written just for this season in our lives.

May you always pick the right sippy cup.
May you cut the sandwiches at just the right angles.
May you get to shut the bathroom door for your entire potty break.
May you not have to share your chocolate with anyone.
May you get out the door with ease and with shoes for every foot.

May you not wish to run away to join the convent or circus today.
May you laugh and twirl and sing out loud.
May they touch your face and say “I love you mama” in that special way that melts your heart and makes this all worthwhile.

Bless you, Mama. This is hard and worthwhile work you do. You are molding the future.
(Full disclosure: I wrote this on my phone while nursing my little guy and rocking him to sleep. We always make it work, right?)

Raven Chitalo is mama to a 3 & 1/2-year-old master storyteller and a 1-year-old fearless adventurer. She firmly believes in the power of women to make great changes in our own lives and therefore in the world and that this power is of vital importance these days. She enjoys writing blessings and reading when she finds the time. She also enjoys dance parties and playing dress up. Connect with her at

I Was There All Along

“Attention is the beginning of devotion.”
– Mary Oliver

At the start of 2016 my divorce was finalized. It wasn’t something I wanted or was prepared for, but I made it through with grit and grace, and for that I celebrated.

My word for 2016 was commitment. A new commitment made now that my marriage was ended. This time to myself and the new life I was creating for myself and my two kids. I wanted to stay committed to my supportive practices and to showing up in new ways out in the world as I began to create a livelihood.

The idea of supporting myself financially after having stayed home to raise our children was daunting, and ultimately was where my greatest lessons for the year would lie.

I began by looking at my money story (past and present) to uncover and shed any blocks that might impede my desire and ability to bring in money. I looked at expenses and sources of income and considered finally creating a budget. Instead, I meditated, worked with energy healers, and continued to work on growing my voice and my offerings for my online coaching business. I also went to work—a part-time job at our local health and wellness store landed in my lap at the end of 2015.

My relationship to commitment helped support me in lots of new ventures—teaching a weekly yoga class, redesigning my website, offering new workshops and an e-course, and running a girl’s summer sew camp with my daughter.

And yet I continued to have a gnawing fear about what lay ahead for the three of us once my spousal support term ended. With this financial fear at the forefront, I struggled to access the level of freedom and creativity I desired, and needed, to create a flexible career that allowed me both to support us financially and be available to my children. My focus was on what I feared I didn’t have enough of—money, or the ability to earn enough of it. Thankfully, my word of the year kept me going, kept me committed, especially when I encountered the setbacks and curveballs (or gifts and lessons) that are so often part of daily living.

Towards the end of the year, I revisited The Desire Map by Danielle LaPorte. The premise of the book is that underneath all of our plans, dreams and goals lives our core desired feelings. Rather than waiting until we reach our big goals to feel the way we want to feel, we can begin with uncovering our core desired feelings and create our life from there.

As a creativity coach (and an intrinsically creative human being), I love this idea. Unfortunately, the practice itself had remained just that—an idea. Reading the book for the second time, I was inspired yet again. But I couldn’t put my finger on my true core desired feelings. Don’t get me wrong. I could name some desirable feelings, but they didn’t hit me at my core. The three that came up for me were free, creative, and love. But there was something deeper. Something underneath, from which these three sprang forth.

In the last days of December, I simply asked myself, “What do you want to feel more than anything else right now?” And the answer came.

I want to feel supported.

That was it. It hit me like a benevolent bolt of lightening, right to the very core of me. Everything became clear. Here is my dynamic epiphany:

I know how to support myself beautifully already in countless small, meaningful ways, and I do it every day.

Each decision (large or small), how I spend my time, the energy I surround myself with, the thoughts in my head. Support isn’t just about how much I earn. Suddenly I saw exactly how to support myself, right now. For starters, I took care of the dangerously slippery front porch stairs, so I could stop worrying that one of us might get hurt. Next up, I paid my yearly small biz tax. I no longer want to avoid the things that best support me!

With my newly shifted focus, my confidence in myself grew, and I could see the endless ways I already support myself (and my kids). And I’m inspired to find more. Even writing that sentence, I’m beaming. I finally feel like someone has my back again. This time, it’s me. And I’m not going anywhere!

In fact, I’ve been here all along—growing, learning, and supporting myself. The best part of realizing this is that I fell deeply in love with myself for the very first time.

For all you newly single moms out there afraid that you don’t know how to support yourself—you do!

Sometimes we just aren’t paying attention to what has been there all along. How can we change that? You can start by writing a list of the last five ways you’ve supported yourself today (or this week, or this month). Maybe it’s filling your gas tank, finishing all your grocery shopping for the week, giving yourself some extra sleep, or eating your greens.

Be your own Prince Charming and watch yourself fall in love with YOU. This is just another aspect of ourselves that we can access whenever we want. Ask yourself throughout the day, “Is this thought, activity, food, relationship, job, environment, supporting me? If not, what can I do that will?”

You deserve to be your own best support.

How will you support yourself today?

Jenn Gallucci is a self-care guide and creativity coach. She loves helping her clients develop self-care practices, re-discover what lights them up, find time for activities that nourish them, and take action towards their goals so they can show up fully for themselves and their families. She lives with her two children on Bainbridge Island, WA. Find out more about her at or follow her on Instagram.

The Snow Moon And Sacred Sisterhood

Today’s Full Moon is most popularly known as the Snow Moon. This Full Moon is also known as the Should to Should Around the Fire Moon. It’s a time to gather around the fire, to gather for warmth and for support as we make our way through what is, for many of us, the coldest time of the year.

You can use the power of the Snow Moon to share stories with each other. Women joining together, circling together, to share their stories is powerful magic. We are created to learn from each other. We are create to be in community together.

This is the power behind the Fall In-Love w/ Yourself February series that is running now for the 6th straight year.

Read the stories shared here this month, and from previous years. Listen closely to your inner knowingness as you read these stories. Take note of what resonates, and what causes you to contract.

Write in your journal what comes up for you if you’d like, leave a comment for the author to share a question, an insight or a simple moment of sisterhood.

Share the stories that most resonate with you on your social media accounts and ask your friends to gather around our virtual fire and read them too. Have conversations, ask questions.
Be brave enough to not have the answers.

Let today’s Snow Moon blanket your fears and regrets in a multitude of pure fresh snowfall. As it melts, let it wash you clean, ready to allow yourself to enter into a more loving circle. We’d love to have you join us in sacred sisterhood in the Grace & Magic private Facebook group.

May you be blessed by sacred sisterhood.

Blessed Be,

5 Ways To Practice Self Care Through Food

1. Don’t Do Anything Else But Eat
In a time when it’s not uncommon to be juggling multiple jobs, multiple kids, chores, errands, and that new project you’re working on, taking time to be present when you eat is so important.
First, take your plate of food and sit down. Remember that? When you had time to eat sitting down at a table? Don’t let yourself eat in the car or stuff bites in between grocery store trips. You cannot feel satisfied by your food if you are unable to even recall what you ate because you were too busy to really notice.

Once you are sitting down, Put.Your.Phone.Away. This will be very hard for some. Many of us use our meal breaks to catch up on emails or social media. But, in the same way as running around and eating, you cannot feel satisfied or nourished by what you ate if you are distracted while eating it.

You owe it to yourself to take a breather, even for just ten minutes. Clear your head and focus on your food.

2. Savor Slowly
You’re not sitting at the table and your phone is nowhere in sight. Now, it’s the fun part!
You don’t want to rush through your meal just to get back to your other tasks. Take small bites, chew slowly, and savor each bite you take.

Consciously being aware of your eating provides an even deeper sense of satisfaction. You are more likely to think afterwards “That was really delicious. Now I am re-energized and I can continue with my day,” as opposed to thinking, “Did I eat enough today? What did I even make?”
Chewing slowly and thoroughly is also better for digestion. Your mind and stomach will thank you!

3. Express Gratitude
While you’re eating, express gratitude for the food in front of you. This can be done in your mind (or out loud if you want). Be thankful that you have access to such good food and the equipment and the knowledge to prepare it.

Be grateful for the nutrients you are feeding your body. Think about what tasks that food is going to fuel you up for, and how it makes you successful in your day.

And, of course, be grateful that it tastes so delicious.

4. Eat the Rainbow
A big part of eating for self-care includes incorporating nutrient dense foods. Food is first and foremost a way to survive. Our bodies need a variety of nutrients that serve different purposes for our well being. Try to prepare meals with different colors to ensure diversity in those nutrients.

5. Indulge
The “Balance” rule applies to everything in life, but especially indulgences! Treat yourself to our favorites sweet (r maybe it’s a fancy cheese or wine) once in a while. It’s important to be purposeful with indulgences and to practice steps 1, 2 and 3 while indulging.

Sometimes food has a nostalgic attachment and it can be wonderful to revisit that. By treating your indulgence as just that, an indulgence, you can enjoy your treat while still nourishing your body.

Emily Leis Photography Alexa Federico is a 22-year-old born and raised just north of Boston, Massachusetts. She is an avid reader and green tea drinker. She blogs at Girl in Healing, where she creates healthy recipes and share her life experience living with Chrohn’s disease, a form of Inflammatory Bowel Disease (IBD), which there is currently no cure for. After seeing extraordinary improvements in her health from following a modified Paleo diet, she is now a firm believer that “food is medicine.” You can follow Alexa on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter and Pinterest.

They’d Never Know

When I was a child, I had a mantra I would repeat to myself. As I played, while my hands and body were busy creating the scenes coming forth from my imagination, my mind was busy trying to keep me safe.

Over and over I would think to myself, “You will never be loved. You will always be lonely.” I must have repeated that phrase hundreds, if not thousands of times.

Some might say my family life didn’t warrant such drastic cruelty to myself. I had two parents. We had a roof over heads and food on the table. We went on vacations. There were no beatings. To be honest, I don’t know where this deep sadness came from, but as far as I can remember, it’s always been a part of me. I’ve always felt like I was completely alone.

I have a vivid memory from when I was around 13 years old. We were driving from an event in New Jersey, back home to New York. It was an old car, a blue Plymouth Duster, still driveable but totally falling apart. There was a spot in the back seat where the metal from the underside of the car was exposed. I placed my bare foot on it.

As it started to get uncomfortably hot, I considered removing my foot. The thought I had next is what makes this scene so memorable for me. I thought to myself, “No. When you get older you will kill yourself so you have to train yourself to be strong and not be afraid of physical pain.”

This child, who tried to be tough and harm herself as a way to keep her pain hidden from the world, wrote the following poem at age 16:
They’d Never Know
They’d never know when they see her.
She always has on a smile.
She loves to talk and laugh and sing
will all who pass her by.
They’d never know when they see her.
She’s always out with her friends.
People who know her say,
she’s a friendly, happy child.
They’d never know when they see her,
what she really feels inside.
That she’s always cheerful and happy,
so the sadness she can hide.
They’d never know when they see her,
that at one time she wished she’d die.
That she used to cry her eyes out,
every night for quite awhile.
Only she knows what she has felt
and those feelings are still inside.
But she realizes that being happy
is the only way to survive.
So she goes out whenever she can
and upon her little face
is a smile along with the attitude,
I’m glad I’m living in this place.
And all the people who see her
say there goes that lovely child – but
they’d never know when they see her
the pain she has felt inside.

I share this story not to elicit pity from you nor to express a woe is me mentality. I share it in an effort to bring light to and to help release a common belief we have in this society. That we have to hide our pain.

Sadly, my story is not very unique. Sure the exact details are different, but how many of us keep our innermost sorrow and fear locked away in our inner dungeons? How many of us live our lives with a smile plastered on our faces so others won’t know the pain we endure?

There are many perfectly good reasons we hide our pain.

– So others won’t pity us, we don’t want to be viewed as weak.
– Because we believe no one wants to hear about it.
– Because we don’t want to wallow in the negative.
– Because, especially in many self-help and spiritual communities, you are “supposed” to be positive and keep your vibe high.

But the main reason we hide our pain is because we believe that there is something wrong with us for feeling this way. We are ashamed of our deep emotions, feeling broken for having them.
Everywhere we turn we are being told to “be happy,” “choose happiness,” and “think positive.” While these are helpful ideas at times, they can also be quite damaging. For when we deny our negative emotions, we are denying a part of ourselves. We are forcing our emotions to lie hidden instead of letting them flow and release naturally themselves.

Loving all our emotions is not exactly taught in our society. But it is a huge step in our growth and a huge act of self-love.

Self-love is loving all parts of ourselves, even those that are uncomfortable. Loving even those feelings that we believe define us as broken.

What if we could take it even a step further? I can’t help but wonder: What would the world look like if not only did we love and accept all of our emotions but also loved ourselves enough to be open and honest with others about those taboo feelings?

What would our world look like if we could love ourselves so much that we said to our family and friends, “I am feeling a bit depressed lately. I could use some support. Can you help me as I go through these strong emotions?”

What kind of adults would we raise, if children could say “I am really sad” without being told they have no reason to be sad? If children could say “I am really angry right now and not sure what to do with those feelings” without being told they better be quiet and behave? And how much could we heal ourselves by giving children the love and acceptance we didn’t receive as children?

I don’t know about you, but just imagining our world growing so open and loving, for all parts of ourselves and parts of each other, brings me to tears. A world in which not only would we not have to hide our tough emotions but could share what we are feeling with others and receive help as we traverse those difficult waters.

Can we love ourselves enough now to help bring about that world? Can we learn to love ourselves enough to allow our smile to turn to tears when someone asks how we are?

I believe we can. I believe we will. I believe we are.

Let’s love ourselves so fiercely that the world has no choice but to look inward and love all parts of itself. Once we as a species have come to love ourselves, we will have no need to try to lash out, hurt, or have power over others. Because we will know, without a doubt, that we all are powerful, special and loveable.

Hedy MacDonald is the founder of Sacred Soul Gardening, a sacred space for those on a spiritual path to learn, go within, follow their hearts, listen to their own wisdom and celebrate who they are, and the journey they are on. She plays many roles including mother, wife, daughter, energy healer, intuitive artist, and spiritual teacher, to name a few. She spends her days bringing spirituality down to earth, learning by living and accepting the roles she has chosen. She believes fiercely that loving ourselves is the key to great things in this messy thing called life and that unlike what others may teach, this greatness will include parts that don’t feel great at all. You can find out more about her heart-centered work at

Self-Love And The Flu

In January I came down with this horrid, nasty flu bug that took me completely out for nearly two weeks.

It didn’t have the courtesy of taking me out during Winter break at school either. Nope, this rude little bug took me out HARD the first week of the quarter and kept me out for the second week. At the end of the first two days of class, when I realized that ‘Holy shit, this bug isn’t going to be pretty!’, I’d already been assigned a ton of reading/writing at school, had the Fall In-Love w/ Yourself Challenge to promote AND all the emails still to write for that. I also had the submissions for this, the 6th year straight, of Fall In-Love w/ Yourself February series.
I was not a happy camper. Not at all.

In fact, on the day of the January Full Moon, the Quiet Moon, I left work early and went straight to bed. I laid there all afternoon entertaining worries of having to cancel the challenge and of failing Winter quarter. It was a full-on pit/anxiety party all afternoon. Not fun or productive, but authentic and real – part of life.

By the time my husband got home that first full day of it I felt super cruddy, icky and miserable. When he heard my cough rumbling so ugly and deep within my chest he made me throat coat tea in my favorite mug.

And then a refill.

He asked what he could make me for dinner. I said rice noodle soup with peas. He made me a package of something I’ve never had before. It tasted so wrong – I just could.not stomach it. I said “no, I can’t eat this. Please throw it out.”

And he took it away for me, then he asked me if I’d like some pasta with butter. “Yes, please.”
It took a fair while longer than expected before he returned with this perfect dome of brown rice pasta with cheese on top. It was good. I quickly devoured all of it.

He sat and regaled me with his adventure making it. How he’d wanted to figure out how to pack some healthy fats and protein into it. How he’d made a red wine reduction and whipped an egg & half and half to get some fat and protein in me. He must have whisked nonstop – there was no evidence of that egg. I sure was grateful for it.

Over the next few days, while I struggled to rest and drink enough water, he made me dinners of eggs and toast and tomato soup and toast (I think I went through an entire loaf of gluten free bread with toast!). He brought me flowers for my bedside table, twice and a magazine devoted to George Michael to enjoy. Sunday afternoon he sat on the edge of the bed with my guitar, singing me Beatles songs while I laid down, feeling so very, very loved. That flu was awful, but his care was so sweet and gentle, so devoted and full of love.

The best part of all of his care during that flu?

I knew, without doubt, that I was worthy of it. I knew I was deserving of his sweet care and devotion, and safe to receive it.

That, my friends, is the gift of genuine self-love — that deep knowingness that you are worthy of sweet care and devotion. It’s taken me years of conscious and I’m sure a lot of unconscious work to get to this place of worth. This beautiful place of true self-compassion.

All of that work has been worth it.

So very, very worth it.

You can give yourself this gift of genuine, soul-deep self-love. You are capable of doing this work. You are so very, very worthy of receiving your own unconditional love and devotion, as well as others.

My prayer for this month is that these stories about self-love healing journeys will bless you in your own healing journey.

Blessed Be,

This year Grace & Magic is running the Fall In-Love w/ Yourself Self-Care FREE Challenge!
If you haven’t signed up yet, you can sign up until Friday, February 3 here. We’d love to have you join us!

Kate Love is a self-care guide and spiritual midwife, helping women (re)birth their magic within.

Are You Ready To Fall In-Love This February?

Are You Ready to Fall In-Love This February?

The 6th annual Fall In-Love w/ Yourself February blog series is almost here and I’m so stoked about the guest posts this year! I am in-love with these pieces and excited to share them with you all month long.

This year I will also be facilitating a Fall In-Love w/ Yourself Self-Care Challenge. It’s gonna be a powerful month full of opportunities to deepen your self-care, learn new ways to love yourself and, through weekly writing prompts, get to know yourself in a beautifully intimate way.

During the month of February, you will dive into a deeper, truer way of loving yourself!

Whether you’re brand new to self-care or have been at it for years and are ready to dive deeper – the Fall In-Love w/ Yourself Challenge will have something to offer you.

The Fall In-Love w/ Yourself Challenge Includes:

Filled with meaningful, and doable, steps you can take as you journey into a loving, healthy and healing relationship with yourself, a relationship filled with grace and magic.
Receive weekly emails with challenge choices and writing prompts and join a community of women in the private Facebook group as we all journey together.
Join the Fall In-Love w/ Yourself Self-Care FREE Challenge here.

Your Story Matters

Do you ever feel as though you are unseen, unheard, invisible? As though your story doesn’t have all that much significance in the larger scheme of things?

Makes it hard to value yourself, your contribution, your mark and significance in the world when that is true, yes? ​


*Don’t believe it! Nothing could be further from the truth!*


Your story is more than significant, more than profound, and more than critical to the larger, gorgeous, amazing drama that’s being woven and written around you. And your place, your voice, your role, your heart is right in the middle of it! I promise!


Want an example?

​ ​

Not surprisingly, I’ve got one.


There is an ancient, sacred story told of a nameless woman. We know nothing about her other than what we can deduce: she was a daughter, a wife, and a mother. These alone, in my opinion, are more than enough to give her stature, merit, and value. Sparse details hardly limit the depth or scope of her significance. She lived a story that couldn’t help but change the world. Just like yours.


After Adam and Eve left the Garden ​their story continues. They had two sons – Cain and Abel; later, a third. One day, in a fit of jealous rage, Cain killed his younger brother. (Makes eating that fruit seem relatively mild, doesn’t it?) His punishment was to wander the earth – a nomad, no home, no family. In fear for his ability to survive, he pleaded with the Divine to protect him; to somehow keep him from being killed by those who would seek his death. And so he was given a distinguishing mark that would forever protect him. And of course, this is where we get the phrase, “the mark of Cain.”


Later in the text we read that Cain settled in the land of Nod, east ofEden. Then this,

“​Cain made love to his wife, and she became pregnant and gave birth to Enoch.​”​ (Genesis 4:17)


That’s it. Her only mention.


Now some would say such is not even worth the bother – for a blog post or a book chapter, let alone an attempt to offer some level of significance to those who feel their stories are small, inconsequential, almost nonexistent.


*Don’t believe it! Nothing could be further from the truth!*


*“…there are stories we will never find, no matter how many times we search the sacred texts. I think it was Marcia Falk who wrote, ‘What we cannot remember, we must imagine.’ And so we read between the lines, listening beneath the layers of suppression and neglect to hear the chorus of voices where we were told there was only silence.” *~ Jan Richardson, In Wisdom’s Path


In between the lines and listening between the layers. Expecting to hear a heartbeat of significance, meaning, and worth. Imagining what we deeply, intuitively, and already/always know to be true: women’s stories matter.


​Your story matters. YOU matter!


Whether myth or historical fact matters not. Her story is true. Cain’s wife sings out the continuation of countless generations: hundreds of thousands

of women who are unnamed but no less real; without position, but no less powerful; barely spoken of, but hardly silent. Cain’s wife symbolizes every

single page of life and death, hope and despair, triumph and tragedy that is being written, even if seemingly unseen and unheard. Cain’s wife signifies that women endure, period.


Just like you.


And if this weren’t enough (though I believe it is), Cain’s wife is the first woman mentioned outside the Garden. Eve’s daughter-in-law. The wife of a marked-man. The bearer of Adam and Eve’s grandson. A mother who heard her husband’s stories and told them to her son. One who enabled generations to follow.


*She lived a significant story. She is a significant woman. Just like you. *


​ Are​ there​ days or even seasons in which you feel as though your story is not worth mentioning, barely seen, a whisper that’s hardly heard in a noisy world? Take heart!

Are there days in which self-love feels as fleeting as these ancient, mythic stories…hardly remembered, irrelevant, going, going gone? ​Take heart!


Cain’s wife stands alongside you in solidarity and strength. She reminds you that every story matters and that every woman’s ability to nurture, labor, grieve, laugh, cry, persevere, live, love​ (practice self-love)​, and bring forth life in any and every form is what enables the far larger story to even exist, let alone be told, endure, and thrive.


*You are part of a legacy of a women who endure, who make a difference, who matter. To ever think, let alone believe anything less is a lie. *Cain’s wife calls you, me, all of us back to the truth. Hear her voice:

​”​I see you. I hear you. I know your name. I love your story. You matter. You

endure. You live. This alone is more than enough. You are more than enough.

Take heart: you are my daughter, my lineage, my kin.”​

Ronna ​Detrick reconnects us with our sacred matrilineage and calls forth the divine we carry within.

​She is a writer, a speaker, and a coach/Spiritual Director. She has been blogging for over ten years, offering online products and courses for the past eight, and having rich, sacred, and sometimes controversial conversations longer than both of these combined. She has done a TEDx talk on Eve , creates ​and offers free ​ weekly *Blessings*, has an App called *Sacred Muse*, and offers *SacredReadings*, sort-of like Tarot, but with the sacred stories she loves. In the midst of all this, she drinks too much coffee, toasts “being enough” with champagne on Fridays, and is beyond proud to be the mom of the two most amazing daughters in the entire world.