la petit mort

La petite mort.

2013, my year of many and repeated little deaths. I would love to say it was twelve months spent in constant post-orgasmic bliss…but rather, my year of "petite morts" were the ecstatic transcendence that comes from being cast into the transformational fire…over and over again…where my sense of self was repeatedly roasted, toasted and fried. Burning away every little piece of me, that was no longer needed.

Death, Rebirth and Renewal.

Wash. Rinse. And Repeat.

It was a year where the Universe had it's own master plan for me…bringing forward deep commitments and sacrifices from the Soul. Unclenching my grip, finger by finger, so I could let go of the old supports, worn-out beliefs, outmoded relationships…all of it shaking the foundations on which I formerly found my footing. It was a detailed and ultimate review of each and every facet of my life. In came the wrecking ball…dismantling structures, destroying old stories, blasting out walls…and every time the rebuild began, in came a new, stronger force that would find another structure in need of demolition.

2012 took us from the old paradigm into the new, and it truly has proven itself to be a global shift in consciousness. Many of you, likely had this same kind of year, the constant releasing and letting go…you've been cracked open, exposed and, now are seeing entirely different ways for living, loving and leading that you never knew possible. As a female visionary, you are being called to the front lines of this new frontier…and this relentless demolition has been for one solitary purpose…clearing the way, so you can assume the sacred mantle of divine feminine power that will ultimately uproot and transmute the last vestiges of the previous, no-longer-needed para...

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...idden. There in your grief you are kept from the world, forbidden from going out, so you don't have to "put on a public face" and pretend everything is a-okay. Friends and community come around to nourish you. Hold you in silence. Or allow you the space to speak. Candles commemorate the lost one…and shine light on the journey ahead.

These Dark nights of the Soul are simply little pieces of you falling away…and requires us through illness, loss or heartbreak to journey inward, deep inside and take a clear look at what remains that could dim the light of your Soul.

There is a beautiful magnificence in this experience. So before moving into those New Year's intentions, male oriented goals. Seek sacred solitude. Find a comfy corner, light some candles, grab a journal, recognize what you are leaving behind, and make way for the pure beauty of your Souful self to shine.