At the ripe young old age of 44, I am *finally* transmuting the faulty, dense, sticky, toxic programming that my parents and my society installed on my operating system. I am laying down the expectations of worth, success, beauty, cool, and "essential" imposed on me from anybody outside of me.
Read MoreAs we find ourselves with time, time, time and a new world to co-create, I want to remind you that Rootstock Retreat is holding this sacred space and is available to guide you deeper into your core to help you navigate this new terrain with grace, with authenticity, with radical self-acceptance and unbridled creativity. Now, more than ever, the world needs you. It needs your vitality, your ideas, your songs, your medicine, your truth and it’s your task to show up. All of your ancestors survived unimaginable experiences for thousands and thousands of years so that you could walk and breath and live.
Read MoreMore and more I am coming to understand that surrender is not a weak act and prosperity doesn’t require material wealth. Going with the flow and loving what you have are, I now have no doubt whatsoever, indeed the secret sauce to a life well lived. The Holy Grail. The best kept secret of all time. Hiding in plain sight and as simple an answer to the ultimate question as there ever was.
Read MoreIf sadness is an ocean, I’m privilege today to ponder it from a warm spot on the beach. With distance and comfort. The heavy waves lapping on the shore, the unseen riptide that can take hold and drown one towards depression, the smell of it, the vastness, the mystery lurking below the surface…. I know all too well what it is to float adrift in it with no sight of refuge but, this day, I’m like Johnathan Livingston Seagull. Nourishing myself with fruit from it, riding the thermal drift just above the surface, enjoying the reflection and play of light on its surface. Here I am, a perfectly happy human, contemplating sadness.
Read MoreI can still smell the sweet, red cedar steam rising off the hot water and the soft melting of snowglobe-sweet snowflakes on my naked shoulder. I can still hear the silence, the laughter, the crackle of the fire… Breathing in everything I need to be whole and well in this world. Breathing out everything life on Earth needs to be well in this world.
Read MoreWhat called each women into circle tonight was different. Effective marketing, a compelling call to action, a friendly reminder, a designated driver… What they each left with was the same: the permission to be, have, do, say, stop, start or accept whatever was most limiting their self-expression, deepest joy or heartfelt need. The completeness with which everybody dropped into trust, truth and vulnerability felt immediate and we co-created a sound and beautiful container for the evening’s ritual.
Read MoreWe’re transforming every minute of our lives. Growing, changing and biodegrading without any need to ask those processes to function. Each breath automatically brings life that’s followed by death and it’s a silent process that runs in the background while we scroll Instagram, work jobs, shepherd children and distract ourselves with the elements of living that interest us most or that we’ve been programmed to believe are most important.
Read MoreIn October of 2011, Beana was sitting with her project team in a conference room in Dubai looking at the calendar for the year ahead. In that moment, she knew with precision where she would be every month for the next 13 months of her life. New York. Austria. China. Brazil. Hong Kong. Thailand. Mexico City. Portugal. New York. Paris. Switzerland. Colombia. Austria, back to China then New York, and around again. She was helping to build a global infrastructure to assist a sales team to influence supply chains for the luxury fashion brand Swarovski. The goal was to sell more crystal and bring sparkle to the world’s leading fashion, jewelry and architectural brands.
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