Wild women (and men) who live authentically from their hearts pushing norms and challenging society are going to piss people off.

As we approached the trailhead, I felt the weight of anxiety settling into my body, feeling uneasy about what I had got myself into.

Nourishment is tied to our authenticity, our love and acceptance. Not caring for ourselves is self-neglect and abandonment.

You are everything, an expression of the cosmos, your heart the conduit between heaven and earth.

There's this facade that runs through many spiritual communities about "right" behaviour and how we should show ourselves to the world.

It's SO easy to make assumptions. For many of us, it's ingrained, our conditioning has almost wired our brains for it.

When we move toward more of what we want, we also need to take a look at what trips us up. Expectations fall into this category.

My relationship with my body is complex. It has been my entire life.

Life is always a balancing act for me between leaning into my wild and handling adult responsibilities.

There's a Solar Plexus activation taking place. This is where your I AM presence resides. The higher self. Your feeling body. Courage...

The energy has been dense. I've been feeling constricted. I was feeling bound. By the world. By responsibility. By the past...

You are a part of a divine plan. A greater cosmic order than what appears before you in this matrix unreality.

I play by my own rules, follow my inner compass, and do it my way. By the rhythm of a divine feminine heartbeat...

I have let go of so much that isn't truly me, looking back is almost surprising. I barely recognize old versions of me.

I tried to be supermom. It didn't work. I've tried it in the past too. It didn't work then either. That's OK. I'm not very fond of capes.

As I neared the start of the trail, I was thinking about what Lethbridge offered me all those years ago. In many ways...

When I fled from Creston to Lethbridge at 18 years old, trying to leave so much of my life behind, I didn't realize that...

Women like me are hard to love. Women like me are best left alone. To run wild, untamed, howling half-naked somewhere...

With precision and clarity, I discern where my energy belongs and where it doesn't.

A simple shift in perspective and yet, it felt so profound. Maybe I need to focus less on trying to love my body and more on...