May

On Now: Mother’s Day, empty promises, and the things we carry

May was Mother’s Day and it was the ocean and photoshoots and rejections and celebrations and ER visits and trying new things and it was healing and growing and savoring, but first, I want to say thank you.

I stepped well beyond my comfort zone this month and shared the restorative women’s retreat I’ve been working on and the response blew me away. We sold out in a week and I am still trying to let myself believe that this is real. It’s difficult for me to celebrate my wins. It’s as if I’m waiting for someone or something to take it away from me, to tell me I’m not good enough, that I don’t deserve to feel and do good things. I’m still learning how to be happy for me and this is getting me that much closer. So much loving work has already gone into the dreaming and creation of this retreat and I’m so grateful to see that it has resonated with so many women, many of which read this Substack. I want to say THANK YOU for supporting me here and for believing in me and my dreams for the future even when I have a hard time believing in myself. 

If you’ve been wanting to make space for yourself, to listen to the rhythms and rituals that are calling to you, I’d love to have you. I’d love to write and connect and grow with you. You can learn more about the retreat here, and if you want to join the interest list, you can add your name here.

MOTHER’S DAY

We went to the coast of South Carolina to celebrate Mother’s Day and it was a balm to my soul. The beach, just about any beach, is my favorite place. I just want the ocean and the sun and the sand at my feet. The beach used to be more about reading, meditating, walking the shoreline until nightfall, but all that has changed since my son was born.