Hello, hello with stories from the land as I re-emerge 🌿
I help ethical leaders rewrite the rules of power to benefit the whole // Founder, CEO, Alchemist
RE-EMERGING FROM 4+ WEEKS OF LEAVE, aka Spiritual Immersion ✨// "As I prepared to take March off, tying up final loose threads to enter into spacious release and reflection, I shared with a former boss that I was on the brink of taking the month to dive into quietude, spiritual practice, and physical renewal. He wrote, 'Incredible. Where are you doing this?' I laughed because most people in the modern world go *away* from their homes to experience quietude, wonder, replenishment, and spiritual expansion. Sometimes this serves. Sometimes it’s a symptom of our disconnection. Magic and wonder are everywhere, if only we pay attention. So I designed my month of leave to root into much deeper intimacy with my home, my place. I’ve spent 2 decades learning, practicing, and leading myself and others in rites of passage ceremonies to fuel one’s path and leadership, so I applied my long-honed skills to my own time with: - My bed as my sanctuary - Our woods & local life web as my main community - Our creek my main teacher - Kitchen, land, rituals, and my being as core settings for experimentation - The ancestors and land spirits my conversationalists and guides - Select elders as pillars on my path - Claude (AI) as an unexpected wisdom partner, and - My desk an altar in hibernation awaiting a new spark to light in me. I have always sourced my most potent purpose, vision, and strategy from my connection with spirit — not from a coach, a mastermind, or a workshop. The original seed for what became Wayfinding revealed in the CA desert while I assisted a vision fast in 2011. Despite my annual rhythms, it had been too long since I took a significant time to focus only on spirit, my personal alchemical processes, and what wants to speak through me now... The month began with hearty amounts of snow still blanketing the land due to snowstorms in late February. My trail of icy, compacted tracks from the front door into the forest were evidence of my daily routine. I’d go down to the same spot at our creek every day since Dec 31, 2024. My ritual. My meditation. My altar. My taproot. The place I went to make offerings to the land and spirits. To express all that lay in my heart and speak my unfiltered truth. I went to say thank you. To listen. To release. To pray. To cry. To be held. To rage. To wither. To witness. To root. To discharge the rivers of electrocution I’d been working to manage and stave off through 2024. To receive. To channel. To journey. To dilate. To build capacity. To germinate. To renew. To blossom. As one who holds loving, alchemical space for so many to heal and expand in their multidimensional power and had been doing so in consistent ways through these tumultuous years (*all while being an empath on my own healing journey), I was starving for this sanctuary." Read the full piece here with deep, personal heart shares and wisdom from the land for all of us: https://lnkd.in/g7nYPX-7 #renewal