My Philosophy of Practice: Begin Where You Are, With What You Have, and Who You've Always Been

I believe in the power of starting right in the middle of the mess. The dishes in the sink, the text you haven’t answered, the existential dread you feel in the carpool line, or the stunned silence after your high school-aged daughter asks you how you ever figured out who you were, because you realize you're still trying. Maybe its the ache in your chest when you’re lying next to someone you love, wondering when the distance between you got so wide. The nights you question your marriage or in the chapter following knowledge of the affair. That’s the sacred space. That’s where we begin.

I am not here to fix you. You are not broken. I’m here to help you remember.

Remember who you were before the world told you who to be, before the carpools and PTA meetings, the performance reviews, the identity crises in your bathroom mirror. You’ve always had the wisdom. Sometimes the problem is you’ve been too busy caring for everyone else to listen to your own voice.

Whether you are seventeen and wondering how to hold your own in a world that will try to sell you everything but yourself, or fifty-seven and aching to reconnect with the part of you that once danced barefoot under stars, you are welcome here.

This is a place for women at every stage to come home to themselves. We honor the girl inside you, the woman you are, and the self you are still becoming. Beneath the busy, the pleasing, the proving, there you are.