The Divine Feminine--the storm--all that is, was, and ever will be.

My relationship with my body is complex. It has been my entire life.

Beware of that one with the twinkle in her eye.

Drink from the wild waters, the waters of life, the waters of passion...

Along with embodying every piece of who I am, it's about feeling and being in my body. And even deeper, listening to my body.

I used to be that woman. The one who would judge others who were too free spirited. Too bold. Too daring.

Start taking accountability for yourself. Your relationships WILL NOT change until your behaviour, boundaries, and beliefs do.

Life is always a balancing act for me between leaning into my wild and handling adult responsibilities.

There's a Solar Plexus activation taking place. This is where your I AM presence resides. The higher self. Your feeling body. Courage...

The energy has been dense. I've been feeling constricted. I was feeling bound. By the world. By responsibility. By the past...

You are a part of a divine plan. A greater cosmic order than what appears before you in this matrix unreality.

I play by my own rules, follow my inner compass, and do it my way. By the rhythm of a divine feminine heartbeat...

I have let go of so much that isn't truly me, looking back is almost surprising. I barely recognize old versions of me.

I tried to be supermom. It didn't work. I've tried it in the past too. It didn't work then either. That's OK. I'm not very fond of capes.

As I neared the start of the trail, I was thinking about what Lethbridge offered me all those years ago. In many ways...

When I fled from Creston to Lethbridge at 18 years old, trying to leave so much of my life behind, I didn't realize that...

Women like me are hard to love. Women like me are best left alone. To run wild, untamed, howling half-naked somewhere...

With precision and clarity, I discern where my energy belongs and where it doesn't.

A simple shift in perspective and yet, it felt so profound. Maybe I need to focus less on trying to love my body and more on...

Magnificent, enchanting purple blooms grace the milk thistle’s tops, but the fierceness of her sharp stalks and her sting scare many away.