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Picking up little wolves like the wolf pack we are 🤟🏽

Here's to the ones who have abandoned the savior complex, who have chosen to live outside of whatever normal is currently in power, who have picked up the pen and started writing their own stories, who know now that love means affirmation and that the point of ALL of this is to walk each other home. Here's to the loud ones, the wild ones, the open hearts that can fit the whole universe inside of their always expanding choices to love love love. Here's to the ones who embody allyship, who know that being quiet isn't an option. Here's to the ones who don't just choose to tolerate or accept differences, but who celebrate them. Here's to the ones who know their wild has always been holy and who are willing to dig through layers of dirt to unearth the parts of them they let people bury before they knew better. Here's to the messy, to the sober, to the healers, to the truth tellers, to the ones who have lost people and things they love because it's just never been an option to not be true to WHO THEY ARE.

And here's to the ones who don't ask anyone to be something other than what they are, to the ones who grow alongside one another and own their shit when it's time to own it. Here's to the humble, to the ones who ask forgiveness and who know that shame never has a place in the story. Here's to the ones who do hard things on a daily basis, who love with vulnerability, and who plant new things everywhere they go. Here's to the lovers, to the resisters, to the furious warriors who bear witness to other people's stories without flinching or hesitating.

Thank you, you wild, beautiful, honest souls. We need you.

Today has been a weirdly hard, emotional day. This is where I have to practice expecting the best outcome rather than the worst one. This is where I have to remember that I’m doing really deep, really hard, really healing work. This is where I have to trust that truth and karma are real things and no one escapes them.

And it’s exhausting.

The universe isn’t doing things the way I want them to be done. I’m stuck in an unnecessary interaction that feels endless and overwhelming. This. Shit. Is. Hard.

But I had lunch with @ginadpollard today and that left me feeling much more clear. And @bex.richards spent a long time on the phone with me, letting me be sad and reminding me how temporary this all is.

Because it’s ALL temporary. All of it. And these hard days are where we absorb badassery right out of the air and into our bodies. We stop being so afraid and we start leaning into the hard stuff.

Honestly, I’m gonna let myself be raw and disappointed tonight. I’m gonna watch Hulu with my baby boy and my girlfriend. I’m gonna eat comfort food. I’m gonna make Becki cuddle with me all night. And then I’m going to have a good weekend because acceptance is the door to freedom. I’ll let myself feel it and then I’ll accept that this is the way it is. I’ll do whatever needs to be done next. Because that’s the only option and I am the king of doing hard things.

So I can do this hard thing too.

But just in case, send ice cream and sushi 🍦🍣

The slow leaving of tradition, of religion, of the belief system that had infused my entire life was like a drawn out death. It was tiptoeing forward, inching my way out of an old life and into a new one. Not because I knew what was on the other side, but because I knew I couldn't keep pretending like I fit inside the walls of a church. And not just the buildings. I didn't fit inside of Christianity, inside the brutality of an empire that had traded compassion for a watered down version of truth. I don't know exactly how long ago the church stopped leaning into a mystical Jesus and started serving up the body of a shadow of who he might have been, but I suspect it was pretty early on.

Completing my relationship with church took me over a decade and it cost me a life I used to think I needed in order to be loved, to be safe, to be valuable. I didn't lose God, despite how radical and heretical I might sound. I found Them, the presence of God moving through everything in existence.

The basic holiness that permeates things and people.

Closer and closer to practicing the way of love, and inclusion, and healing, and abundance that Jesus repeatedly said people were just not understanding. Jesus the mystic, the alchemist, the enlightened teacher who lost his life in his resistance of the old way.

Good Friday means more to me now than it ever did before. I know what the dark night of the soul feels like, I know what liminal space feels like, I know what resurrection feels like. And, for those of you who are deep in the in between right now, it's okay that you will resurrect yourself in a way that makes you unrecognizable to the people who knew you in the old life. Keep going. Straight into the unknown.

The newest episode of @thewildrising podcast is live today and @thechurchwitch and I did this one for those of you who don't know what to do with Easter anymore. Come listen, subscribe, share, and bolster yourself with community ❤️

“Old Rule: Play it safe. Pass the ball. New Rule: Believe in yourself. Demand the ball.”
| Abby Wambach |

I hope you know you can demand the ball, that you can be louder than the crowd. I hope you know you can be angry over injustice and discrimination. I hope you know that ALL womxn need to be free before even one woman is free. Women of color, trans women, single women, poly women, queer women, abused women, silenced women, immigrant women, Muslim women, fat women, women in recovery, women living with addiction, bold women, loud women, women raising children alone, deconstructing women, witchy women, sex workers, women healing trauma, women conquering eating disorders.

Women who are finally admitting that they give a fuck. They've always given a fuck. They're tired of pretending that they have no fucks to give.

All together, as the world of women, start demanding the ball. Start believing that you are capable of catching the ball and worthy of having it passed to you. Eyes on your own inner strength and hearts committed to the rising of ALL WOMXN. It has to be all of us if it's going to be even one of us. It has to be our hands at each other's backs, our voices getting louder for one another, our platforms passed to the marginalized womxn among us who have been screaming into the wind. | In frame: @bex.richards #stephaniegreenephotography |

Today I read something by Mark Nepo in #thebookofawakening that felt like the exact thing I was meant to read. He wrote about that scene in Indiana Jones where Indy has to cross a chasm to get to the thing that will save his father’s life. His dad is yelling out ideas and possible interpretations, but Indy has to do the riskiest thing and just start walking across dead air.

He has to put his body weight out into nothing and trust that the nothingness is going to hold him.

And it did.

The path appeared under his feet the way only magic things infused with hope, and faith, and wild desperate wholeness can.

I feel that because I know what it’s like to step out into chasms, to lean myself out into them, and to conjure up solid ground under my feet while knowing I might be meant to fall. Faith isn’t about trusting a certain outcome. It’s trusting that whatever the outcome is it will ultimately be a catalyst of freedom. Everything is ultimately about freedom.

I’m healing some things that are much deeper than I’ve gone before. I’m acknowledging the parts of me I had forgotten were hiding in crevices meant to keep me safe once. I’m feeling the younger versions of me that are still waiting for peace. And I’m choosing the work that takes me out into the chasm. That’s where healing is, where freedom beats her wings against the wind and wakes me the hell up. That’s where I am, out there in the wild nothingness, waiting to be brought home.

We’re only ever brought this deep when we’re safe enough to face it. This kind of underworld work is a sign of power, and voice, and love, and healing, and strength moving through us like streams under the desert floor. Invisible, but rushing through our veins. It means the old life is fading out of sight and the new life is flowing around us, bringing us home to our own wholeness, our own belonging, and our own sacred motherfucking rising.

“The ground of warriorship is fear itself. In order to be fearless, first we have to find out what fear is.”
| Chögyam Trungpa |

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