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Feel Good As Hell in Your Body...Right Now

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So, I literally just danced around my living room to Lizzo’s song Good As Hell on repeat three times because, for the love of cheese, I’m feeling fucking good as hell. I just had two smashingly great calls with my e-course students, I’m headed to Chicago tomorrow for a weekend retreat (where I’m the student, not the teacher - Holla!!!!!), and I’m wearing my new favorite underwear from Aerie.

I mean, does life get any better?

And as I was booty shaking on the back of my sofa and slapping my own ass, I wasn’t thinking about how my thighs could be firmer or my waist could be smaller. I was laughing out loud and thinking how great it felt to be jumping and singing at the top of my lungs for the motherfucking JOY OF IT.

The Secret to Life: How to Give Less Fucks and Feel Better

Okay, with a title like that, I feel the need to cut right to the chase. Because for fuck’s sake, there’s nothing worse than being strung along while you’re waiting for someone to just. get. to. the. point.

(That was me yesterday watching one of those ridiculous free webinars and yelling at the lady on my screen to just tell me the motherflippin’ content already.)

So here it goes….

Your Personal Responsibility Backpack

When my husband, my daughter and I go on outings that my daughter isn’t particularly excited about, I always tell her she can pack whatever will bring her joy in her backpack.

Sometimes she crams her backpack full of markers and paper and fidget spinners and random doodads. Other times she grabs a single book or some music and her headphones. Every now and then she brings nothing at all and decides to try giving life a go without outside entertainment.

The point is that each time she asks herself what she needs, takes the time to pack it up, and then pulls it out at just the right moment.

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The Miracle Log: A Validation Round-Up

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This post is a continuation of The Miracle Log series where I highlight real-life stories of miracles and synchronicity from client readings and from my own life.

When I first started doing readings, I was basically self-taught. I had experienced some strange and undeniable connections to the other side, and I felt like I was being all but dragged in the direction of sharing in this way. But because I didn’t have formal training (not really a college major for this line of work), I was wildly insecure about the whole process. I hated the idea of perhaps being “wrong” in something I shared, and I incessantly worried about clients making life decisions based on the messages I offered in readings. It felt like a lot of pressure.

So as you can imagine, the validations that came through in readings were always deeply meaningful to me. Validations are those moments of alignment and synchronicity when some bizarre thing I hear or say during a reading is confirmed as having meaning in a client’s life. I would anxiously await client emails after written readings (which was the only kind of reading I did in the beginning because it felt “safer” for me to channel alone and on my own terms), and I would revel in all the big and little ways that my words had resonated in their lives.

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Why I'm Done Chasing the Light

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It’s the middle of the night here. Our windows are open to let in the cool mountain air, and the only sounds I can hear are the crickets chirping outside and the refrigerator humming behind me.

It’s been a full week of birthday revelry as my daughter turned seven just a few days ago, and I feel like perhaps it’s the first truly quiet moment I’ve offered myself in a string of days. Time to reflect, to ruminate, to deeply contemplate. Time to exhale and take it all in.

My heart has felt like it’s been split wide open lately. I’ve found myself verging on tears at the least little thing, (I’m looking at you, new Lion King, I mean, I ALREADY KNEW Mufasa was going to die, but damn), and I’ve been so acutely aware of that deep, cavernous space in my chest that houses my heart.

It aches.

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The Miracle Log: Everything We Need Is Inside (Plus a Poop Meditation)

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This post is a continuation of The Miracle Log series where I highlight real-life stories of miracles and synchronicity from client readings and from my own life.

As I sit on the patio writing this, I’m seven stories up watching the changing blues of the sea in front of me and listening to the chirping of birds stretching their wings and calling the day to life. I’m on vacation with my family in Mexico, and life is feeling pretty damn good.

It’s a day-long drive from my small mountain town in Colorado and every bit worth the trip. The eleven hours in the car went easily and relatively quickly, and even though we were all in good spirits and excited to be here, our entry into vacation mode was a bit rocky.

The Miracle Log: A Precious Human Life

This post is a continuation of The Miracle Log series where I highlight real-life stories of miracles and synchronicity from client readings and from my own life.

Today’s story is near and dear to my heart because it involves my favorite person in the world - my daughter Chloe. And while it isn’t a story of a reading validation or a loved one’s miraculous messages from beyond the grave, it is about how interconnected we all are even when we don’t realize it. And to me those are the best stories of all.

The first time I heard the song “Precious Human Life” I was in Austin, Texas in 2015 at a fundraiser for the Amala Foundation. The doula I had used for Chloe’s birth was intimately involved with the nonprofit and had invited Brian and I to share her table.

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The Miracle Log: A Father's Guidance from the Other Side

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This post is a continuation of The Miracle Log series where I highlight real-life stories of miracles and synchronicity from client readings and from my own life. The client name in this post has been changed to protect her privacy.

When I first met Maya, she was still very raw about her father’s recent passing. It had only been a few months since his transition, and she was eager to feel him near.

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The Miracle Log: A Message From Maggie

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Let me just say right now, you’re going to want to read this!

Over the last few weeks, Spirit has been inundating me with validations from clients and signs of synchronicity, and as I was feverishly scribbling them in my Miracle Log journal the other day, I had the grand realization that these are exactly the kinds of stories that deserve to be shared.

How to Get Quick, Direct Messages From Your Guides Right NOW

I’ve been in pursuit of wisdom from my guides and my higher self for as long as I can remember. As an unsure teenager seeking guidance through the woes of adolescence and family and growing up. As an insecure 20-something desperately wanting clarity around career and self-worth and relationships. And now as a woman in her 30s who is finally (finally) leaning into her power and understanding what it means to find steadiness.