Here’s what I recognize as my own magnificence ~
I’ve made ritual since I can remember. At 6, I’d throw open the curtains and bask in the full moonlight, hands and eyes open, my “familiar” (my cat) purring beside me.
If I want to do something, I’ll find a way to make it happen. I trust this implicitly.
I’m tough as nails and unflinchingly honest. (I’m Italian-American and from New York!)
I’m exquisitely sensitive and intuitive. My strength arises through deep feeling and knowing.
I’m a survivor. I faced death and it revealed the fragility and preciousness of my life.
4 times a year, I create elaborate rituals for my daughter and her friends, replete with fairies and hidden treasures.
I danced my daughter into the world, at home, without drugs. My husband put on gypsy music, got naked with me, and we danced and danced until my waters broke.
I believe in miracles. I’ve experienced them again and again…
I embody the archetype of the Changing Woman: I willingly open to new possibilities, let go of the old, and embrace change.
I create beauty for the sake of beauty. Wherever I go, rose petals, pixie dust, and ahhhs usually follow.
I reap meaning from the changing tides of life, and share it with gusto.
We call our house “the communal hearth.” Friends and family gather here to be nourished by food, beauty, ritual, and friendship.
I recognize the unique power and magic of the women around me (sometimes before they do) and carve a space for those to emerge.
Motherhood is a spiritual path for me. It breaks open my heart, demands radical honesty, and awakens more love in me every single day.
Leadership is a dance of vulnerability and strength that continuously humbles and evolves me.
I’m honest about my own struggles. I don’t teach despite this ~ rather, it’s the very foundation of my offerings to the world.
What is your magnificence? Let’s find out!