I bet you think no one is looking…while you are tapping into a deep reservoir of strength to bolster your resolve…speaking with courageous clarity rather than letting corrosive comments slide…choosing integrity over comfort, painfully aware that your voice speaks for all those who cannot be heard.
I am grateful every day for the thousand ways you show up in our world, quietly choosing again…and again…to bring compassion and understanding into conversations rife with peril. Telling the truth, sharing creative ideas, asking for that which will work better while refusing to attack the character of the people around you. After all, it is the tiny, consistent choices that build the foundation of our lives…and have the power to transform the mightiest structures in society.
I offer you the gift of gratitude, the knowledge that you are seen with love, and this alchemical video from Brandi Carlile. Nominated for 6 Grammy Awards, it appears Brandi burst into stardom out of nowhere. In reality, this powerhouse been writing and playing her heart out for twenty years. Hailing from a town of less than 1,000 souls, she’s held fast to her spirit, refusing to be swayed by the opinions of the masses…and now we are privileged to witness her song, “The Joke”, vibrating the sinews of courage and faith throughout our world.
May your spirit be bouyed…and your faith in humanity…as you watch, listen, and perhaps, if you are like me, weep with gratitude.
Her big eyes searching my face, I couldn’t hold her gaze.
Head down, I was ashamed I couldn’t answer her question.
“Mom, can we have a whole day together to just do fun things? We can eat our favorite goodies and not have you do any work at all?”
My head spun.
I was recovering from the flu and exhausted after a long day tending beloved clients with enormous stressors. I’d pushed too hard, but my heart was determined to serve.
Now my daughter needed me, but all I could think was “An entire day off? How on Earth can I do that?” It’s not practical! There’s too much to do!
And then she threw in the clincher….”Mom? This is what I want for Christmas.”
This should have been easy.
She is 13 years old.
She still wants to spend time with me.
It really doesn’t get any better than that.
I am blessed beyond measure, but Goddess help me, I STILL couldn’t give her an unequivocal yes.
Instead of looking into her eyes and assuring her I would ABSOLUTELY grant her wish, all I could manage was to say “Honey, I hear you, I know this matters and I’ll work on it.”
Not a proud moment….but a human one.
TIME and attention are our most precious commodities.
We are so damn busy whilst starving for human connection.
I know this.
I teach the importance of being truly present with each other.
And yet I couldn’t walk my talk.
So I asked myself how I would feel about this years from now.
Would I regret not being able to give this incredible daughter a simple day together? Teaching through my actions that she didn’t matter as much as all the other things that needed tending?
The answer was a resounding YES.
I resolved to get some sleep, clear my head, and choose with wisdom.
Now I’m writing you this embarrassing but absolutely true love letter.
Because I suspect I’m not the only one in need of this lesson.
In 20 short minutes, I’ll be picking her up from school, where I will thank her for making the request. I will assure her that not only will I follow through on this for Christmas, but REGULARLY, if she desires.
Because I get a second chance to choose again.
And Dearheart, so do you.
As long as you are breathing, you get to re-decide. And choosing again is one of our most potent tools for change.
Alchemy at its finest! I was right smack in the middle of a live video coaching session when this amazing autumnal aspen fluttered her sun-dappled leaves, captivating my heart.
My client had just shared a painful conversation in which her partner was more interested in whether the clothes were reliably cleared off the top of the dresser than in connecting emotionally.
I suppose another coach might have launched into a proper intervention.
I did nothing of the sort.
Something RADIANT was happening, so I asked her to wait for a moment.
Grabbing my camera, I climbed right on top of my desk so I could get the best angles. Because when the Universe says Come Play With Me, I do. I highly recommend you do, too. Something good ALWAYS comes from it.
With glistening eyes and a buoyed spirit, I returned to the conversation with exactly the message my client needed to hear.
You see, at the heart of her challenge was the idea that as a responsible adult, there was no room left for experiencing daily magic.
That somehow, if she just buckled down, she might somehow discover a deep longing to generate financial spreadsheets and a passion for having a home that was perfectly tidy all the time.
And those messy, inconvenient art projects her spirit is prone to wander into? They could be set aside for “someday” when it might be more practical for them to be tended to.
Except that none of these ideas fit.
The truth is that her partner fell in love with her BECAUSE of her creative spirit. And being open to the tiny, magical moments doesn’t mean being irresponsible, it means being ALIVE! And there is more than enough space in their lives to accommodate what each of them needs most.
So this, Dearheart, is a call to being ALIVE – and to EMBRACING whatever it is in your life that people around you might not understand. Chances are extremely high they have simply forgotten how to re-member (to put back together) their own essential selves….and the answer is NOT for you to shrink down to more “manageable” proportions, but to step into your own alchemical power and REMEMBER your own uniquely magical qualities….which, in turn, will help them remember theirs.
If you can use more tiny, magical moments as you create a life that is big enough and beautiful enough for your spirit, come play with me! I am opening up TWO spots (yes, only two!) for 6 months of private coaching. If you are interested in deeply transformative alchemy for your life, comment now and let me know. I will respond personally and schedule a no-obligation 30-minute heart whispering session to see if this is right for you.
I write through tears today, grieving the sudden loss of a loved one. Preparing to navigate this day, a healing by a wild thing earlier this year jumps forefront to my mind. Knowing you have much on your mind and heart as well, I offer this to buoy your spirits and encourage your journey.
At the end of two fulfilling but exhausting mid-summerweeks, I longed to curl up in a puddle for a brief lunch break. I headed for the sofa, but my breath caught as my daughter’s insistent voice sounded up the stairs.
“Mom, we have an issue.”
Sighing, I gathered the few remaining tendrils of strength to tend the “issue” before my world changed.
A hawk with golden eyes was staring directly at me, held in my daughter’s arms.
The hawk (likely a Cooper’s) had run into a window and stunned itself. To the best of my knowledge, no bird has EVER heretofore run into our basement windows. There are no feeders nearby and no other birds frequent this underdeck area.
We went outside to a safe space overlooking the river. Settling weary bones onto the wooden deck, I expected to wait quietly a few feet away while hawk recovered. Hawk had something entirely different in mind…and hopped right into my lap! Talons pierced deeply into my skin, drawing blood, but hawk clearly meant no harm – only desiring companionship. Hawk placed her head over my heart, angling under my left arm while I stroked her marvelous feathers.
Grateful but in pain, I gently detached her talons and set hawk down, returning with jeans on to protect tender flesh. My exhaustion eased as we took comfort in each other, this wild, magical creature and I.
I transferred her to my daughter and gathered a bit of venison for hawk’s nourishment (for which she was most grateful!). Regaining strength, she lifted onto the railing, silently looking at me for a few minutes before flying away.
I thought that was the end of the story, but she landed on my van a few hours later before roosting on a branch outside our window overnight.
Is your body screaming at you? Out beyond the altar of doing more, faster, there is a space of awareness, wisdom and compassion. I’ll meet you there. May these true confessions of an alchemist guide your way.
Ever look at yourself with a sense of humor?
I had a bumper crop of that recently, three days post-abdominal surgery.
I was under general anesthesia, complete with a breathing tube. Since I was released from the hospital the same day, I expected I would feel fine and have a great excuse to take a few days off and bond with my kids.
Check out my weekend to-do list:
Make fresh yogurt from scratch,
Teach my kids how to make natural facial sprays and masques, Watch a thought-provoking movie w my daughters followed by a life-enhancing discussion,
Re-cover the antique footstools from my office,
Complete my personal tax prep,
Write an article on “The Mystic” for a new online magazine
Want to guess what actually happened?
None of the above.
Bet you saw that coming.
Surgery went well, but nausea threw me to the floor.
Great news: I guarantee I’ll never become addicted to codeine, torodal, or whatever the hell else they gave me.
(Cue hysterical laughter.)
My kids got the super-fun throw-up mommy to play all weekend.
(This is definitely not one that you want to buy for your kids during holiday season.)
I got exactly no nourishment, as everything that went down, came right back up, including the anti-nausea medication.
Monday was better, but better is a relative term.
I concluded that if I wasn’t well enough to drive my kids a mile and a half to the bus, seeing clients would have to wait.
After gritting my teeth and rescheduling, I had a good talk with myself.
I asked myself the same tough but loving questions I ask my clients.
And I realized something important.
I was treating my recovery process as an inconvenient interruption of daily life.
That is some really screwy logic that deserved to be flipped on its head.
So I re-decided. My priority was to fully and completely heal at all levels….even though his meant taking more time off than I wished.
To be clear, by “time off” I mean being still instead of pushing against the necessary boundaries my body screaming alerted me to when I ignored the whispers.
Which meant there was no freshly prepared yogurt, no eco-friendly skin care line and the tattered (but beloved) foot stools will be here a bit longer.
Tax prep was delayed and that article may or may not get written in a timely fashion.
But it also means I listened to my body, rest when I needed to, recovered as quickly as possible, and walked my talk about self-care.
What good are pretty words if the the tongue they’re rolling off of isn’t true to their message?
So I ask you today, what will help you move into alignment with your healthiest self? Peek behind the fear of not being good enough, fast enough, strong enough, and inquire with love: “What do I need most in this moment?” With love and persistence, you will find yourself beginning to listen and respond to the subtle whispers instead of your body screaming. These blissful mind-body wellness strategies can help immeasurably, as can this tip on reconnecting with your body to find your joy!
Give yourself permission to take a step (or two) back and tend your deep needs right now. You are an amazingly bright being and I guarantee the world needs you WHOLE! And if you’re willing to join my true confessions, please share – where are YOU being guided to walk with more gentleness and compassion?
In the wake of recent tragedy, I lovingly offer this to help coax your beautiful heart out of despair and into a space of hope:
My heart is breaking for the innocent,
head straining to comprehend the incomprehensible,
heart beating as though it can outrun these feelings.
Tears anoint this space, falling from my fingertips.
The illusion that it is easier not to feel
shatters as I remember our humanity depends upon these emotions.
One thought remains:What shall we DO?
In this moment. Right now. In the face of anguish and tragedy.
The answer arrives upon a wisp of grace.
BREATHE – fan the bellow of your lungs with the breath of life.
LOVE – for even as your heart breaks, you may save another’s.
SHARE – speak your truth, ask for help when you need it, share the gifts that come easily to you. You matter more than you know!
CONNECT – you are in the soulful company of kindred spirits connected heart to heart around the world. Together, we can bring healing.
CHOOSE ONE SMALL STEP FORWARD – in a world where chaos seems to reign, we have the opportunity to walk with compassion, empathy and strength. Find the next right step in this moment, follow through, and the next one will take care of itself.
Darling, it’s time to release limitations and celebrate your growth. Chances are high that your old boundaries no longer fit. Have you ever had a moment like this?
My daughter burst into tears on the way out the door this morning. When I asked what was wrong, she exclaimed “Everything!”
I bent down to hug my normally happy 11 year old with a mixture of feelings.
Compassion, remembering moments when I’ve thought exactly the same thing.
Amusement because she was so darn cute trying to shove her feet into shoes that were easily two sizes too small. Which I have also done.
She’s sprouted up rapidly – gaining on her older sister (and me)!
She’s requested this of the Universe during years of being the smallest kid in class….but it has brought some unanticipated challenges.
With growth comes change – like outgrowing some of our VERY favorite things.
Which got me to thinking….we’ve ALL done this at some point in our lives. So I asked myself these questions, and offer them to you:
What is your equivalent of the trusty sneakers that no longer fit?
Where have you grown mentally, emotionally and spiritually – but haven’t yet created space in your life to accommodate your beautiful growth?
Because as comfortable as those old boundaries may have been, they no longer fit.
It’s time to release limitations, as familiar and “comfortable as they may seem.” Give yourself some room and celebrate your growth!
I’d love to hear your answers – I’m right here with you!
With Love and Alchemy,
P.S. I’ll be presenting a Soulfire Session workshop at Fairy Congress this year at the Skalitude Retreat Center in Winthrop, Washington. This is a marvelous gathering from June 22nd – 26th – you can come for one or all of the days. Take a peek and let me know if I’ll get to embrace you in person!
I offer this as a new gift to you – the first in a series of true life stories. It is my desire that sharing these adventures may bring the inspiring breath of life more deeply through your mind and body, helping to energize all that you wish to co-create in the world.
Please let me know how this resonates – I love hearing from you!
With Love, Christy
The inspiration arrived like a thunderbolt.
Celebrating my husband’s birthday with a fishing expedition off Vancouver Island, British Columbia, I’d made the unusual request to be dropped off on a tiny, sparsely inhabited island. My husband and his friend were venturing into rough, open waters, and I’d had more than my share of this form of character building the previous day.
I surveyed the terrain and set off exploring the island’s interior. The trees welcomed me, so I lingered with them a bit, but the beautiful cove I discovered on the opposite shoreline spoke to my heart. Making my way to the sandy beach, I settled gratefully into its warm embrace.
Nourishing myself with a light lunch, I found the sun dappled waters irresistibly drawing me forward.
Assuring myself of privacy with a quick look around, I stripped off my clothes and
accepted their invitation. Swimming into the cove, I could imagine no more perfect way to commune with the elements, allowing their wisdom to literally wash over me.
Schools of fish darted past, roiling just under the surface, alerting me to the presence of sea mammals hunting below.
I marveled at my lack of fear. Aware of the respect demanded by the ocean, I was unaccustomed to diving in alone. I simply knew that I was most welcome, and at that moment, no harm would befall me.
Taking my fill of communion and giving thanks, I returned to shore, eagerly anticipating a sun-kissed nap. Nestling into the sand, I relaxed my body completely, giving myself over to the earth. But sleep was not to come. Receiving the incredible support of the energies surrounding me, I considered the question burning in my soul.
The tug to be of greater service had become unrelenting in recent months. Books I’d not yet authored appeared in completed form within my dreams, vanishing as I awoke. Potent allies I’d not yet met collaborated with me, round-table style, names eluding my waking consciousness. The time had arrived to expand beyond my comfortable local counseling and coaching practice. There was something I needed to do, but what?
“The call is strong. I know the time is now. What is the next right step to move forward and serve the larger purpose of my soul?”
A website flashed before my eyes.
Hesitating, a painful memory brushed my mind of an earlier website, removed after my life had disintegrated and I’d barely found the courage to rise from the ashes. But I’ve never been one to shy away from messages of the spirit.
“All right, what form shall this take?”
Listening intently, I noted my steady heartbeat.
“I recognize you as a true friend. I’ve patched you with band aids and bailing twine, and you keep showing up. In doing so, you allow me to be present for other people. I’ve been called me a healer, but I’m not. People heal through their own connection with the Divine. I simply hold sacred space to help them tap into that connection to begin transforming their lives. At heart, I’m not a healer, I’m an alchemist.”
The shock of this truth coursed through my body. Breath catching, I sat bolt upright.
“That’s it! The heart of an alchemist. The Alchemist’s Heart.”
Are you ready to gain some ideas about how to soothe your spirit on a rocky adventure? Ever wonder where the BLEEP your bridge in life is?
You’ve come to the right place!
I’m sending you love from 8,500′ on my high altitude journey into the remote Northwestern region of Salta, Argentina. We had one heck of an adventure in the foothills of the Andes this week seeking a “bridge” shown on a map that supposedly crossed the Rio Calchaqui.
Let’s be absolutely clear, there was no bridge.
Maybe you’ve had days like this.
My traveling companion, aka “Hubby,” got a hankering to cross to the other side of the valley.
After all, there could be ruins of ancient civilizations hiding in those hills. Very little gets him excited like the prospect of discovering something almost nobody has seen for a thousand years!
Personally, I have LOTS of other things that get me excited, and I was pretty damn sure there was no way we were going to find a proper crossing place. The “roads” around here are not paved. They require a steady hand, a sturdy constitution, and an adventurous (and possibly certifiable) mind.
You can imagine what the “non-roads” – aka goat tracks – are like.
But away we went, seeking the unknown and wow, did we find it.
I wasn’t exactly embracing the experience.
I WAS racking my brain with questions like “You the *#@! do you soothe your spirit in times like this?!”
A teddy bear sounded like a good idea, so there was a moment I declared aloud that I wanted one that very instant (which grownups don’t wish for, right?)!
There were longer moments when I focused on relaxing and breathing while repeating to myself, “Next year I get to choose our trip, and we are going to ITALY!”
Then there was the magic moment when I realized my husband was absolutely, positively NOT STRESSED. AT ALL.
And then my curiosity took over.
I stopped focusing on my own discomfort and started wondering how it was possible that we were having wildly different experiences.
Maybe there was more to the story than I realized.
I asked how he was feeling, and if he was enjoying himself.
Not in a snarky way, in an authentic, connecting way.
I asked if he felt confident that we would be able to get safely back to the actual roads.
Yes, he did because “there’s a farmhouse nearby that a that must have a tractor” 😉
By tapping into his pleasure in our exploration, my entire nervous system settled.
At which point I noticed the most marvelous feeling.
A familiar energy of love enfolded me, one I attribute to the Divine Feminine, in the form of Miryam, otherwise known as Mother Mary.
This powerfully gentle support brought me back into alignment with my center, and the rocky trip back across the river was much more tolerable.
Pretty sure we crossed through private territory that belonged to this llama, one of the treasures of the journey 😉 The regal way
he surveyed his domain brought a smile to my eyes and heart.
I’m glad to get to share him, and my journey, with you. We are all adventurers in life, and when you know you’re in good company, it’s easier to discover a little more peace and pleasure along the way!
Can you believe it? The turn of the seasons has arrived, bringing new possibilities into our lives right now!
It’s been a rough few months for so many amazing souls. Somewhere between the exceptionally long winter and the head-spinning news cycle, we almost forgot Spring was coming. But here it is! With a beautiful opportunity to see and feel the energy shifting.
I’ve learned a lot that I can’t wait to share with you.
For now, I offer you one very specific gift.
Throughout the turmoil of winter, this is the gift that has kept me steady.
Consider this a blessing from the Goddess.