Usually, when I sit down to write, there’s a theme that comes through, something I’ve been working with personally or witnessing in my clients. Writing here is both an expression and an offering. It’s a space for me to share what’s real, to serve you, the woman who reads these words, and to remind myself of what truly matters.
And I’ve got to be honest, it’s not always easy.
This year has been incredibly hard on many levels.
Yet, my commitment is to show up, no matter how I show up.
We live in a world where social media, websites, blogs, and newsletters have become the way we connect. It’s a far cry from when I started my business 30 years ago. Back then, I advertised in the Link Up Magazine, a little printed leaflet. I had business cards, flyers, brochures… that’s how we did things.
Now, everything’s online.
Everything’s changing.
And staying “relevant” can sometimes feel like another full-time job.
I do my best to be honest here, and real, there’s still a part of me that fears judgement. That little voice that wonders if I’m doing it “right.” Maybe the virgo in me, ha ha.
People sometimes tell me I come across as if I know a lot, that I’m wise. And while I have gathered a lot of wisdom along the way, it hasn’t come easily. It’s come through the hard stuff, the painful experiences, the deep work, the losses, and the lessons. Some of those stories I’ve shared. Others I hold quietly, because they involve people I love.
And so I continue to show up, not only for you, but for myself.
It makes me think of that beautiful quote that we’re not really afraid of failure, we’re afraid of our own power, of what might happen if we actually succeed.
And then, in the same breath, I’m reminded that in 100 years, no one will even know my name.
So… who cares?
Why does it matter so much what others think?
When I sit in circle with women, whether it’s a retreat, a mother’s circle, or a one-on-one session, I often ask them to bring in the names of the mother line: their mothers, grandmothers, great-grandmothers names, to bring them energetically into the space.
Most women can only go back three, maybe four generations.
And it’s humbling and enlightening at the same time.
Because it makes you realise, you probably don’t even know the colour of your great-grandmother’s eyes. You might not know her voice, her laugh, her scent. But you carry her within you, in ways you’ll never fully understand. Reminder to write about Epigenetics soon.
So then I wonder, what will we leave behind?
What will your children or grandchildren remember of you?
Not the number of bedtime stories you read, or whether their lunchboxes were perfectly packed.
They’ll remember your essence.
The feeling of being around you.
So today, I invite you to sit with this:
– What is your essence?
– How do you want it to be felt in the world?
– What do you want your children, or grandchildren, to remember about you?
Because the truth is, all the doing will fade.
But the way you made people feel, that’s what endures.
Here is the quote
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous,
talented and fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other
people won’t feel insecure around you.
We were born to make manifest the glory of
God that is within us.
It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people
permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
Our presence automatically liberates others.”
— Marianne Williamson