Systems Coaching is open: the work behind the work
I have been quietly building the backend of every business I have run. It has a name now, and you can hire it.
Systems Coaching is open: the work behind the work Read More »
I have been quietly building the backend of every business I have run. It has a name now, and you can hire it.
Systems Coaching is open: the work behind the work Read More »
Martyrdom does not only cost the woman doing it. There is a second person in the room, and they learn to stop asking too. The research on over and under functioning explains twenty eight years.
The Other Half of the Ledger: what my overgiving cost my husband Read More »
The mask of the woman who never asks for anything gets praised out loud, which is exactly why nobody notices what it costs. It reaches into ten areas of a woman’s life, and in January I am teaching it.
Unmask the Martyr: this is the work I was meant to do Read More »
Self-sacrifice can look like virtue. For a lot of women it works as a survival strategy, and it quietly costs us our voice, our bodies, and any sense that we are worth keeping without earning it.
How Martyrdom Keeps Women Small Read More »
Quarterly notes from the Aware Wolf community: one year of the Den, plus pieces from Sheristen McCullah, Claire D’Gaia RN, and Terra Shepherd.
From the Den — One Year of the Den Read More »
by Terra Shepherd As we cross the solstice threshold and move from Spring to Summer, I like to reflect on what I learned and observed from Spring. What did I learn from the earth, the trees, the bees, the stars, the planets, the elements? Spring brings a flurry of work in the garden — everything
Lessons and Observations of a Green Witch Read More »
by Claire D’Gaia, RN After my chiropractor worked on me for a few months doing craniosacral work following a severe whiplash auto accident in 1987, my recovery was so profound I chose to start attending classes. I went through massage school in Santa Fe, NM in 1988. The 1990s took me from level 1 craniosacral
Craniosacral Therapy: A Note from the Table Read More »
by Sheristen McCullah When I was in middle school I used to stuff my bra. I’d cram scratchy brown paper towels from the school bathroom or bouncy water balloons from my kitchen (the tied ends facing outward strategically) between my woefully flat chest and a soft, rectangle stretch of cotton Hanes fabric. As a preteen,
Working At Maximum Capacity Read More »
I’m writing this from the middle of a fast — ninety days from fifty, and deep in the body’s midlife season. The reaching for sugar showed me the way home isn’t willpower. It’s reconnection — and self-acceptance, exactly as I am.
As I sit here writing, I’m officially moving into day 12 of my fasting journey. Yep—twelve full days since my last meal. No Mexican queso dip (my favorite). No sushi. Not even a rogue French fry from Black Sheep. So what have I been fueling myself with? Just the essentials: I’m also supporting my body
Fasting Into Freedom: Heading Into Day 12 Read More »