I spent last week on retreat with my mentor and business sisters, plus an amazing cook and his spirit watchdog, Goldie.
As a leader, part of my job is to take regular time to attend my own inner growth. I’m careful to choose mentors and sisters who will push me to expand and hold sacred space as I do my inner healing. This is important work that allows me to more powerfully support my amazing clients.
During one particularly deep session, this emerged:
There is a power that I hold back.
It frightens me
Not the power
I fear what others will think of me when I wield that power.
The power itself…
That is lovely
Gold spun from straw;
Dew glistening on spider webs;
Mother Earth erupting in glowing rivers of molten lava;
Mama Bear standing for her cubs.
There is a power in me:
To heal
To cauterize the broken heart
To pull the festering of resentment and fear out of a soul
To unhook the cords that bind us in slavery to other’s pain.
Yes,
I can do that.
And yet, and yetI don’t… not that often…
Because others don’t understand
Because others judge me
Because others don’t know that the only way over is through.
And I’ve been hated for it.
I’ve been locked in distant shacks, and castle rooms, and deep in holy convents to keep my power hidden.
I’ve been feared for it.
Am still feared for it.
I’ve been stoned, drowned and burned
I’ve lost my life to it.
There is a power in me.
I hesitate:
I need more education;
I need more permission;
I need more fucking time before I bring it out.
‘This life’, the power whispers, ‘will you waste this one too?
Will you make me wait another turn?
Oh please, let me be here now…’
And so, I’m making a commitment to you. I will fully embrace my power. I will face the ancient fear of being killed for being a woman who is visible. I will not let it stop me.
Because my mission is more important than my fear.
I am committed to empowering women to make a lot of money without losing themselves. Because when women have money we can take a seat at the table of decision makers. We will change the world.
The world needs us more than ever.
With much love,
You go Julie! A powerful vision and reason for doing what we do always trumps fear and the obstacles that get in our way!
Thank you Sherri. I’ve seen you move through obstacles in support of your mission as well. xo
Thank you Sherri. I’ve seen you move through obstacles in support of your mission as well. xo
My mission is greater than my fear!”
Such a wonderful mantra, and it is a truism… we are changing the world …by changing ourselves from the inside.
I admire your declarative voice and the voice you speak with for so many. It comforts me that you are doing this work, Julie, to walk beside women in getting right with money.
Thank you Petalyn,
It’s such an honor to be witnessed by you. It comforts me that you are on this journey with me.
I LOVE this, Julie!!! LOVE IT. It is something so many of us know in our souls and our hearts. It really speaks to that ancient fear, the parts of us that have been powerful and were punished and that arise to try and keep us safe when that power starts to build again.
Thank you Rebecca,
I’m honored to be in this sistership with you.
Amazing! I just recently discovered your website and I am loving it! I am unfortunately still choosing fear over my mission ( which I am not sure what that is), but I am working on it! Wait I keep saying that it seems….Little apifiny happened….I am terrified to even know my mission, so I keep saying that I am working on…..
Amel,
My sister, yes, it can be terrifying to know your mission. Because then, you must choose to either turn away or take action. And this thing that you came to do, this mission, is so important to your soul, that some part of you can not stand to take the chance that you will say no. So instead, you “keep working on it.” I encourage you to step into the dream time and open yourself to hear it’s whispers. Begin by asking, how good can I stand it? What would bring joy to my day? What would be fun? Those questions are the breadcrumbs to your mission.
And let me know how I can support you.
Julie