And in that moment, ladies, something ancient stirs and awakens -- something wild and holy. That’s the moment she begins to become the woman who scares weak men. Fittingly, your awakening is every weak man’s worst nightmare.

Despite what we have been taught to believe, these are not “bad” behaviors. In fact, they are intelligent survival adaptations. But because most of us still hide behind them long after the threat is gone, they stop protecting and start imprisoning us in our own skin.

This path is about the evolution of our emerging identity, shaped and reshaped through intentional choice. That’s not something most of us were ever taught to do. No one hands us a guidebook on how to live from this place of continual unfolding. And yet—it’s entirely possible. Not because someone gives us permission, but because we choose to claim it. And here's the twist: Claiming it is itself a perpetual process.

Information doesn’t rewire your nervous system – embodied presence, does. Without embodied presence, all you’ve got is a disembodied intellect making choices from the wounding hoping it is not. Evolution requires presence.

Transform how you relate to yourself and heal by becoming real.

As I sit across from him, I notice the familiar story has hijacked his mind and body, and there is nothing I could do. As I doodle with my son’s toys (thankfully he’s asleep), I listen to the relentless insistence of the suffering, showing up as righteous outrage and indignation, caused and sustained by an old and insistent pain of not having been chosen. The pain is deeply rooted and the betrayal feels unshakably real, but only to him. 

Don’t rock the boat, said all good girls everywhere.

At that moment, I found myself feeling totally disoriented and confused, as if the time / space continuum had shifted and, somehow, did not apply to me. 

As I type this, I find myself realizing that …this is how it feels when one awakens to an alternative reality they were not prepared for, yet there it is. 

This is how it feels when we are so certain that we know what we know and then are exposed to a different reality that shows us otherwise.

This is how it feels when we live cloaked inside our worldview, resisting “the unknown” to penetrate because we would rather feel like we already know.

I think this is the state we are desperately seeking to avoid ever feeling. Because it’s disorienting. Because it’s confusing. Because it’s uncertain. 

And our cultural conditioning has taught us that uncertainty = dangerous. This makes sense when we are four and left to fend for ourselves, however, it becomes an anchor of a double-bind that keeps us unable to differentiate.

Fear is infamous for masking the truth, because we are too afraid of the fear to face what is. We don't want to know ... yet, simultaneously, we can never not-know. Such is the nature of the double-binds that keep us captive...

Fear is infamous for masking the truth, because we are too afraid of the fear to face what is. We don't want to know ... yet, simultaneously, we can never not-know. Such is the nature of the double-binds that keep us captive...