Divine booty calls, warrior pose and feeling the burn.

As some of you know, I’ve spent the last year immersed in SHE while writing my new book, Untamed.A book that has taken so many forms in the last 14 months - a rather worthy, ego-puffed, self-declared combination of Women Who Run with The Wolves and The Artist’s Way, then for a time, when both my parents died last year, it was simply a way to explore their death and what it was to be a 35 year old woman without them in the world, then, towards the end part o’ last year, it became the book it ACTUALLY is - a from-the-heart, love letter to ladykind.

I’m SO in love with it. So imagine my total-pissed-off-ness when on Saturday morning, at 4am, I get a booty call from SHE. Pissed off because I had yoga teacher training all weekend, and that shiz is intense enough without sleep deprivation in the mix, pissed off because…well, I like to sleep, and pissed off because when I sat with my notebook and inky red pen in front o’ my altar - SHE and I love to make out with words - she told me that I had to hold off putting Untamed in the world.

Now, I’d had a convo with my coach earlier in the week who had also suggested putting it on hold for a while to write a series o’ short, very specific books, so this wasn’t an entirely new idea in my world, but it was one I was completely resisting.

SHE however, was very clear.

"It’s not time. There’s another book that needs to be written before the world is ready for this one. This is your truth, you need to write and share this…”

And for 10 pages I wrote, stopping only to put in a new ink cartridge, watching an idea unfold that will throw the doors wide open to the inner-lady-sanctum.

If I were to do it, it would test me. It would challenge me. It would deffo challenge others. It would mean I’d have to get pretty naked and vulnerable as I stand in my truth. It would involve me growing a rather big juicy pair o’ ovaries.

While other creative-types may wish hard for moments like these, when an idea arrives fully formed, my total-pissed-off-ness switch was amped up to the rather high pitched are-you-freakin’-kidding-me? setting. I’d just written a freakin’ book. 63,045 words to be exact. And no matter how much you structure and plan a book, writing it can only happen as fast as your fingers can write/type. To the outside world, it would look like another bright and shiny thing  had come and distracted me. But if I'm to talk about feminine leadership, and cycles and bleeding and SHE-led callings and how epic life is when you follow them, I couldn't ignore her. Don't get me wrong, I did contemplate ignoring her. Until I got to yoga school, that is, where clearly SHE and my teacher had been in deep convo before my arrival. warriorI usually give the warrior asanas and their angled edges a miss, because well…they push me to mine, but as I found this weekend, it’s at these edges where we burn. Literally and figuratively. My teacher challenged me. He pushed me to find love for the lines. For the edges. For MY edges. As I held triangle pose for way longer than should be humanly possible in this size 20 body, sweated rather unattractively and created lines that were in such sharp contrast to my soft folds and curves, it became clear that to go beyond our normal, pre-conceived ideas and boundaries of what’s possible, we need to burn. I thought about my own yoga practice, the new book idea, this beautiful SHE-led business o' mine, my relationship with the viking - what's actually possible? What do I need to let go of? What do I need to commit to tenaciously? What do I need to get more real and raw with? These questions alone are causing more burn than half an hour in warrior 2.

Burn away what you’re not, to reveal who you are.

So that’s where you find me. Burning. Burning in the new realms of what’s possible. Burning in my entire Kali-ma burn-and-change-shit-up-ery and damn, it’s hot in here. It's uncomfy, it's kinda painful too, but I embrace it, I welcome it in fact, because when you burn away what you're not, you reveal who you are.

If you're being called to take responsibility for your life and you really want to get to know yourself, the real you, beneath all the bullshit, I invite you to evoke the powers of Kali, of warrior-ess Joan o’ Arc and burn with me.

Can you feel it? Is it hot enough for you?

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the Scenes (8)If you REALLY wanting to commit to this burn, join me tonight at 8pm GMT time, where I'll hook you up with the wisdom and insight you need to reveal your SHE Power. Together we’ll riff on ways that you can skilfully harness the seasons, your cycle and lady rhythms to create your most amazing life.

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