Could you use some Red Hot Sizzle in your life?

I personally have been touched by this beautiful program.  It’s a program put together for women who want more.  I didn’t know what to expect when I signed up a year ago, however one year later… I can say what I got.

I found a gentler me.

I found a me that believes in magic and the beauty of ALL women.

I found a me that looks around at the potential in others and the greatness in togetherness.

I found a kinder me.  Kinder to myself first, which then spread to kindness to those all around me.

I found myself allowing more gentleness, passion and play into my every day.

I found it okay to be vulnerable and became a seeker of more intimate and deep friendships and circles.

I found that at the end of the day – all things above have always been me… just covered up by years of being who I thought I should be.  Playing a role to best fit in.  Playing small to not stand out too much.  Playing it a bit safe at times even.  I found myself, and I loved what I found.

So… if you are interested, read the call to action below.  Know that geography isn’t a limiting factor.  Ladies from all over the country, and sometimes internationally have joined in on this program and were able to take advantage of its benefits.

Check out this program by my mentor Regena Garrepy. Registration closes this week!

The Red Hot Visionista Sacred Circle is beginning. If you have been a Red Hot fence-sitter, Visonista side-liner, or sacred circle onlooker and you have thought about joining us someday, consider this your heart felt invitation. Right now is when I ask you to look beyond the thoughts of not enough time or  money, not enough got it together or perfect timing. Consider this moment your soul nudge, your universal SIGN, that there is still a spot left for YOU. Put your stake in the ground and say YES to the red hotness inside you. Because the world (your family, your community, your soul) doesn’t need you to step up someday. It needs you right now. Click here to learn more:  https://form.jotform.com/62537123874156

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Expansion and Contraction

I thoroughly enjoy deep diving into heart felt topics and soul shedding ideas… and I also enjoy the numbness of watching reality TV with a glass of wine and entertaining not a single deep thought.

I find that the more I know, the more weight I sometimes put on myself to DO something with that knowledge.  The more tips, tricks, insights, nuggets of knowledge that rock my world… the more I feel like I’m not doing ENOUGH with that knowledge.  What a funny place to be in sometimes.

It’s like the knowledge is taking the deepest breath, filling my lungs with ideas of magic and wonderment… and then holding it… Waiting for my outside world to start moving forward with the momentum of this knowledge like the wind behind the sails.  Only I don’t physically move forward with the changes fast enough to keep my lungs from starting to burn from holding all these magically delicious ideas just a tad too long.

Since starting a real deep dive journey into learning more about myself, I’ve had this constant tug of war between expansion (growth, learning, enlightenment) and contraction (the mind and bodies desire to keep the status quo and reject change).  I get so excited about the new things, and then want to put them into immediate action.

My fear is that if I don’t immediately act on these awesome revelations I have… that it will all just slip away and I will continue moving along in the same groove of life that I’ve already carved out for myself.  Which is a beautiful groove… but there are bigger and more expansive grooves that I’d like to explore in this life.  One where I’m badass-ier, kind-er, honest-er, and true-er to the beautiful soul that is “me” that is occupying this body during this life.

I don’t know that I have the answer to this, but I do know that I spend a lot of time giving myself permission to just chill the f*ck out and take a breath.

So cheers to internal growth, and also cheers to cutting ourselves a break when we feel like we have no fricken’ clue what to do with the excess growth sometimes!  Finally, cheers to doing the best we can with what we know right now.

‘Soul’er Panel

I was thinking today about how in order to “shine your light” onto the world, other people, etc. that you would need to actually have the light available within you to shine.  Kind of like a flashlight needing batteries or a solar yard light needing the sun.

I love this thought because so many people think that taking time for themselves (personal development, self-care, time alone, massages, etc) is a selfish act.  However, when you think of it as a necessary step in order to have the fuel/battery/power to give to others… it then becomes a necessary step in being a more altruistic person.

I personally love taking time for myself and strengthening my mental and emotional fortitude.  I love growth, a good challenge, and helping others do those same things.  If I don’t take time to grow personally, I don’t have the ammunition to help others do the same.  One of the most rewarding moments I have is when a little tidbit of information or a certain meditation practice that touched my soul, helps someone else wade through their shit when I share it.

So just imagine that your soul needs refueling just like anything else in order to be the best version of yourself. Then sit down and think about what makes you feel like you are at your best… and do it.  Do it often.  Self-care is soul-charging.

International Inspiration, growth, and sunburn. 

My first clue that I was heading back to real life was actually having to pay for my morning banana and water. After spending 5 days at an all inclusive resort in Cancun, Mexico where the water was handed out like candy at Halloween (as long as it was bottled, didn’t want to pull a Charlotte) and the food was abundant, it seemed natural to have a residual desire to just pick something up and walk away with it (a case of the sticky fingers). I left the resort feeling like royalty and I guess it takes a while to shake that off. Clearly the people at the Cancun airport aren’t aware of my recent royal status. I’m returning home with a couple additional tangible things. 

  • A healthy sunburn, despite my best Midwest attempts at multiple sunscreen applications. 
  • A pink and tan corona cowboy hat (this will make sense when I touch down in Wisconsin later where autumn is in full swing, but made total sense at the time of purchase poolside). 
  • A wooden carved turtle. Very delicate with intricate designs on the shell. I’m imaging that a local spent a good deal of time and poured love into making it. But for four American dollars, it could also be a oriental trading trinket as well. I will choose to believe the former. 

I also carry with me a few tokens and gifts from the other ladies of the retreat. Which, hands down are my most treasured additions. 

The other “stuff” I bring home is the intangible, the things only I can see and acknowledge… and thankfully don’t add weight to my luggage. The emotional, mental, spiritual, soul and waistline growth (again – all inclusive resort). The promise of hope and sensation of being about 17% more badass than when I landed here five days ago. 

There were a total of 18 in our little tribe at this retreat. Two fearless guides throughout the process and 16 other fearless women who eagerly and awesomely followed in every footstep… even if they couldn’t quite see where it would lead. 
The 16 of us grasshoppers came with open hearts, minds and sun sunscreen. We laughed, we cried, we sang, we danced, we crafted, we made promises to ourselves, we held hands, hugged, shared stories and sometimes shared silence. When all that was done, we shared dessert. 

If you are trying to visualize what this tribe of women might look like, go to Pinterest or Instagram and search for “tribe” or “friend goals”. Then, add more humans to that picture, vary the ages, races, economic means and body sizes. 

Once you have this group of women in your mind, strip them of their earlthy descriptions and just imagine 16 souls that decided to take the leap from stranger to soul sister. 16 souls that carved time out from their family, friends, hobbies and careers to invest in themselves and really dig into some deep shit. Imagine therapy without the couch, more magic, homework and then add chocolate. 

How did I even get into this beautiful cluster of growth?  One word: Cancun. I’d like to pretend my intentions were noble. That I signed up knowing that I had all this pent up possibility and purpose just waiting to be unleashed from my fingertips. But no. I saw pictures of super happy women, on the beach, having a wonderful time (and margaritas)… and I wanted in on that hot action. 

Imagine my surprise when I really started digging into the program and found out there would be work. Home work. Soul work. Tribe work. Booty work (jk… but there was dancing). I didn’t know I’d be holding the hands, secrets, fears and aspirations of these beautiful women throughout this process.. and then holding mine. Make no mistake, I definitely thought long and hard about it… then thought, “fuck it… what’s the worst that can happen?  I go to Cancun, meet some cool chicks, and maybe even become a better person???” I’ve signed up for worse things in the past. 

So… eight and a half months later with two retreats, many phone calls, and a few breakthrough and breakdowns in my rear view mirror, the question is… would I do it again?  Absofuckinglutely. I feel more spiritually flexible, I believe in a little more magic, and definitely have found a softness and kindness towards myself that I didn’t know before. This new kindness has allowed me to really feel that softness towards all the women in the world. Which has lead to more genuine interactions. More conversations rooted in integrity. A little less bull shit and a lot more fun. 

In summary – if you get the chance to do something that will make you feel wildly uncomfortable, question your core beliefs, and maybe go somewhere tropical with people who will be strangers when it all begins… 

DO IT. 

And send me an invite. 

Peace out.