How do we integrate an infinite cosmic soul into a limited human body?
Where do we belong when we're "too much" for this world, but "not enough" for that world?
How do we be original in the sea of oneness?
How is it even possible for a small human body to cry so many tears? How is there even space inside the cells to store so much pain and grief? I finally figured out why!
When grief strikes, death follows. Even during death, there is light, there is an orchestrated beauty already set up: a glorious sunset from 35,000 feet, as I flew to saying goodbye to my baba.
Working from a beach is not nearly as glamorous as I imagined. I'm sweaty, I can't see my bright screen, and sand is crawling into my keyboard. Then there's story of The iPhone and The Ocean.
Greetings from Seoul, Korea!
Today, I'm writing to you from the top of Mount Inari, in Kyoto, Japan.
Definitely nobody told me that witnessing and feeling your old self die off would be a slow torment and that I'd be awake during the whole thing... while running a business, championing clients, planning a 13-country world tour... Nobody!
Here's my most recent favorite word: batshit crazy.
First, a confession: I made all of these 12 mistakes as a beginner entrepreneur.
I've recently been interviewed on a few podcasts and telesummits.
One friend suggested we start a "My Husband Just Can’t Keep Up" club / support group. We laughed, and quickly realized that we preferred a "I have done all the required self work to attract a husband who CAN keep up" club.
A client asked me if I thought she had what it takes to upgrade her online business to Exquisite Freedom.
For years, I've been coaching, mentoring, and training women entrepreneurs and overachievers to re