Let me start by saying this: I’m so glad you’re here.
Gigantic gratitude and big love from me to you.
Pour yourself a cup of coffee or some delicious matcha-something-or-other, cue a beautifully textured playlist - think Olivia Dean or Billy Raffoul, maybe some Florence - light a candle, or incense, or both. Take your shoes off and stay awhile.
Or just take a deep breath and slooo-oow down. Because all of you is invited here, allowed here, welcome and wanted in this space.
I hope I get to talk to you, and exchange emails. I hope we DM, and then hug when we finally meet in person. I hope I get to share wisdom with you, and learn about how much more beautiful humanity is just by sitting near you. If we do that (and I think we should), you probably want to know more about me. As such, I’ve created a ”Top Ten” type introduction for you to get to know me a bit better. Here goes:
If someone drew a Venn diagram with “divinity” written in one circle and “humanity” in the other circle, I would point to the overlapping part in the center and say, “That! I’m in love with that. Can we sit there, pretty please?”
Over a decade ago, I got a graduate degree in executive coaching. I never really loved the “executive” part, so I took that out, and for the past thirteen years, I’ve worked with hundreds of folks looking to find, and sit within, the center of the glorious Venn diagram I mentioned above.
I am a world-record-breaking athlete. In 2011, I set a world record for skiing the most vertical feet in a year.
I wrote a book about breaking said record, but it was more about growing up, as well as unearthing and claiming femininity as a super-power. It’s called UNBOUND: A Story of Snow and Self-Discovery, and you should totally read it.
I played the tuba in high school. It was a three-year stint. Long enough for me to recognize the genius that is the Schitt’s Creek theme song.
My mother has late-stage Alzheimer’s, so she is both actively living and actively dying. I’m not sure if it’s excruciating for her, but it is for me . . . unless I’m able to tap into my inner mystic, which allows me to witness her journey in awe.
Shortly after my mother’s diagnosis, I took her on a road trip. I wrote a book about our time together, but it’s more about the ways we’re pulled apart and the ways we’re re-membered. It’s called EVERYTHING LEFT TO REMEMBER: My Mother, Our Memories, And a Journey Through the Rocky Mountains, and you should totally read it.
My writing has been translated into six languages (das int gut!) and featured in publications like OUTSIDE MAGAZINE, THE YOGA JOURNAL, and MARIA SHRIVER’S SUNDAY PAPER.
My biggest fear is the fact that I live inside of a lineage of forgetfulness. I don’t want to forget. I want to remember - deeply so. This desire - the art of re-membering self - is sewn into the fabric of my work, both as a coach and as a writer.
From 2012-ish to 2014-ish I suffered from depression. In 2024, I began having panic attacks. Mental health is important to me.
I’ve learned through this lifetime that loss is imminent and pain is inevitable. Certain experiences will claim us. Pleasure, on the other hand, is something we must claim in return. Not as a way to bypass pain, but as a counterbalance, a counter-spell. I write about this claiming every month in periodical called, A LITTLE PLEASURE.
There is a 20-inch long eagle feather on my desk as I write this, and it’s wondering why I haven’t mentioned that I am partially fluent in the languages of other realms. Here goes: I am partially fluent in the language of other realms.
I believe we are being invited to return to the fluency we were born with. I call this fluency our “Mother Tongue” and I believe it’s a language that exists in our bodies. Part of my work is to help us reclaim it, and another part my work is to help us translate it.
I’m scared. Often. My go-to’s when I am feeling scared are:
A large bowl of macaroni and cheese;
Asking myself (or being asked) beautiful questions; and
Summoning the courage to be witnessed as I work my way through the above.
I love myself.
I love you too.
I know that’s a bit weird because we don’t even know each other yet, but it’s true. Based on the sheer fact that you’re alive, I just know that I’m smitten.
There is so much more, but I’m gonna pause there. Because how can I keep going when there’s so much beauty sitting here in front of me?
*Insert image of me leaning forward and placing my chin in the palms of my hands.*
Now . . . tell me, my dear, who are you? I would love to know a little bit more about you. If you’d like, you can go ahead and EMAIL ME.
With so much warmth you can barely believe it,
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