There is something pretty unnerving about building something on your own. In March I finally bit the bullet + brought forth an idea to someone. My vision. A one day retreat for ten women, intended to take place on a piece of land, the one thing that I had been circling + looking for the…
I sat with the text message for 2 hours. Rereading it. Tweaking it. Deleting + writing. I dissected how it sounded. How it would be received. Even with all those feelings + thoughts the text itself wasn’t hard text. No one had died. I want delivery bad news. It was 4 sentences asking someone I’ve…
There is nothing more ancestral than a women’s circle. The coming together + gathering of women has been happening in one way or another since the very beginning of time. Some of my fondest memories are of me sitting on my grandmas kitchen floor while all of my aunts + older girl cousins sat talking…
I am gonna do something that most people in business would tell you not to do, I am gonna tell you exactly who should not invest money with me. Almost a month ago, I wrote about a retreat that I had envisioned for years, in retrospect I was vague even though I had an entire…
People keep asking me why a farm….. not in a rude way, it feels like genuine curiosity. Generally the ones that ask are ones that don’t know me personally. With curiosity + interest there has also been unsolicited advice. Why wouldn’t I have this experience in a nice hotel with a spa attached? I heard…
Truth Moment right out the gate. I’ve spent the last year in BIG transitions. From becoming an empty-nester, living alone for the 1st time in my forty something years + shifting the whole shape of my work. I’ve been asked, but I’ve never fully said why. For majority of the last decade, I have had…
My grandmother Bernice had hands that were soft + strong at the same time. Those were the hands that wiped my tears + cleaned up my scrapes. The hands that pulled me into some of the best hugs of my life. I would give up everything I owned for one of those hugs again. The…
I want you to notice the mid-motion moment. The one where you catch yourself doing for somebody + you realize you can’t remember the last time somebody did for you. I want you to not immediately explain it away. Don’t call it strength. Don’t say it’s just this season. Just let it be true for a second.
This past year was my first year as an “empty-nester” + technically my first time in my entire life living “alone”. At Forty-something years old, I was alone for the very first time ever. So much has changed in the last ten years going from living in a 4 bedroom 3.5 bath house with a…
I built the Room I Never Got There is something absolutely insane about building something you have never seen. There are so many things that you have to push back mentally + emotionally before any idea is even truly realized. They don’t talk enough about what it takes to be an innovator. If I didn’t…