by Stela Murrizi | Apr 18, 2024 | Authentic Relations, Cultural Conditioning, Embodied Conversations, Favourite Blogs, The Body Knows, Women Gathering
Prefer to listen? Do so here. Also, subscribe to my podcast on Spotify to get updates! Have you ever felt hostage to your “reality”? I know I sure have. The more I free myself from the infinite layers of cultural conditioning that takes my nervous system hostage...
by Stela Murrizi | Apr 10, 2024 | Empowered Living, Authentic Relations, Conscious Parenting, The Body Knows, Unapologeticaly Unfuckwithable
Prefer to listen? Do so here. Also, subscribe to my podcast on Spotify to get updates! There’s a theory floating around in the conventional narrative about how if it hurts, then there’s something wrong (which then an expert will diagnose and then readily medicate)....
by Stela Murrizi | Mar 6, 2024 | Cultural Conditioning, Authentic Relations, Decloaking and Living Authentically, Embodied Conversations, Empowered Living, The Body Knows, Unapologeticaly Unfuckwithable, Women Gathering
Prefer to listen? Do so here. And make sure to subscribe for updates! There I am, at 10:20 in the morning, cutting into a piece of freshly baked bread (because I married the type of man who normalizes baking sourdough bread…). The smell always takes me back into a...
by Stela Murrizi | Mar 3, 2024 | Empowered Living, Authentic Relations, Cultural Conditioning, Decloaking and Living Authentically, Embodied Conversations, The Body Knows, Women Gathering
A life of mediocrity was never my thing. I always wanted more. More than I ever felt was permitted to me by my culture, my family, or a dogmatic and punitive god. I also knew by the ripe age of four that if I am to survive this world, I better adapt and be what I...
by Stela Murrizi | Feb 26, 2024 | Conscious Parenting, Authentic Relations, Empowered Living, The Body Knows
“What a lovely lovely day!” Declan declares as we step outside to play in the snow before we get in the car to drive to forest school. By this point, it had taken me over an hour to get my son out the door. He was pretty adamant that he didn’t want to go....