Category Archives: Empowerment
This is how we heal
I often refer to it as walking towards the fire. It’s when we go towards situations that scarred us in the past. It’s when we take a chance and risk being triggered. It’s when we put ourselves in the line … Continue reading
The regrets of the living
I held by breath and dived down to retrieve a shell from the seabed, watching the sand cloud around my fingers. It was an unremarkable shell, yet remarkable all the same – remarkable for the journey of formation it had … Continue reading
Coming out of hiding
Are you in hiding? Is the real you hidden behind a cloak of shame? Are you keeping your true self under wraps out of fear or a sense of imposter syndrome? Many of the women who come to me for … Continue reading
Anger turned inwards
Anger is on my mind, as you’ll know if you read my previous post, ROAR! Why is it that when everything in me is screaming, ‘That’s not OK!‘, or ‘You’ve got to be kidding’, or ‘WTF!’ (excuse my French), I … Continue reading
ROAR!
Something is stirring. I can’t quite explain it but it’s bubbling up inside. It’s anger. It’s a desire to break out and break free. It’s a fierceness. It’s my wild side. It’s the woman inside me who wants to ROAR … Continue reading
Celebrating courage
It was International Women’s Day yesterday, a day when we celebrate our female icons and all the courageous things they’ve done over the years, a day when we speak out for women everywhere, trying to make sure women and girls … Continue reading
Being real
I’ve brought the wrong speech, I thought, as I stared at the four pages of A4 in front of me and looked up at the audience. I’ve definitely brought the wrong speech. What now? I’d written nearly 3,000 words on … Continue reading
Becoming whole
This blog post, like me, is a work in progress. But I’m going to post it anyway. In fact, I’m going to write it in half an hour and post it immediately, so I have time for lunch, to get … Continue reading
A natural high
Imagine a world where everybody lived, worked and related to each other as their authentic selves. A world where there was no pretending, no masks, no false personas. A world where the only part anyone played was their own – … Continue reading
From Forty With Love 