My First Party! // A Women for Whales Fundraiser

As part of my work as an ambassador for Women for Whales, I get the honour of throwing events, fundraising, and extending education and inspiration out into whatever community I find myself in. 

My first Women for Whales event was held on January 21st, and it was so incredible to witness what can happen when an idea gets to come to life.

I don't measure success by the amount of money that was raised, or even by the amount of people that showed up (although those things are nice! ). Success was measured simply by the quality of energy exchanged between those who came out - great conversations, open hearted vibrations, and lots of new ideas were sparked. 

The flow of the evening started as attendees arrived; as they trickled in, they could check out raffle prizes from local companies, chat to non-profits in the area about ways to get more involved in the community, or grab a drink and mingle while waiting for the speakers to come on stage.

Catherine + I on stage

Once the event got under way, I hopped on stage and introduced our speakers for the evening - Catherine Bruhwiler, entrepreneur + Roxy sponsored surfer, and Morgan Callison, owner of the only health food store in Tofino, Green Soul Organics. Both sisters rocked it out, and really sparked a lot of meaningful conversation. After that - we simply drank, danced, raffled off prizes, and jammed out to my friend DJ Swagger Swell's music. 

Soooo much fun!

I can't wait to keep throwing more parties. (The next one should be in April, for anyone based on Vancouver Island!)

Lots of love!

xo Beth

A big thanks to my sister Christiane Watson of Dreamscapes Photography for capturing the event! All of these photos were taken and edited by her.

How I Started Working With Angels

Last night, a friend of mine asked me how I got started in meditation and working with angels.

It’s a fun question, but not one I can answer in only a sentence or so. There was also never a specific moment that it just happened - you know, like an AHA moment that you I can trace everything back to. Regardless, it’s an important question, especially important to answer on my blog, and for the countless other ladies interested in starting their own journey with their angels and spirit guides. 

You could say my journey with the spirit world started as a child. My mother regularly saw spirits, apparitions, energy, whatever you want to call it, and although she was very shy, and even a bit fearful of this gift, she openly shared her experiences with us, her children. So from a young age, I was keenly aware that there was something more to life, something ‘beyond the veil’, per say.

Regardless, I still had trouble believing.

Although I trusted my mother fully, it’s hard to believe in something you don’t have direct experience with. 

As I grew up, my mother had several awakenings, and though the rest of our family was still on the conservative, left brain side of things, she delved into reiki, yoga, and different alternative modalities of healing. Eventually, she started to get more open about it, and would often tell me to ask my guardian angels to help me with my school exams, and in any social situations I felt pressure in. She also regularly mentioned Archangel Michael, and the violet/blue light he carried, as a tool for healing and protection.

Even though I was on the fence for whether any of this ‘stuff’ was real, I found myself calling upon my angels, and invoking the violet flame anyway. It couldn’t hurt, I thought, and besides, I liked doing it. 

My views about the eccentric work my mother was doing shifted however, upon a trip to France in the 8th grade. During our travels, I came down with strep throat, which happened often for me, and usually resulted in copious amounts of antibiotics, some puking, and a lot of down time in order to recover. Being only a 2 week trip, I really wasn’t looking forward to spending the vacation seriously ill, so I let my mother do reiki on me. I remember when it happened, we were in a car, the backseat, and she worked her magic. The next day I was better. No antibiotics. No doctor. No puking. This had never happened. And from there, I was a little more willing to believe in the mysteries she was bringing into my life. 

I took my first Reiki course when I was 16, and though I was more open than I had been in previous years, I still found it hard to digest.

I distinctly remember the other women in the class (who were about 3 times my age) discussing the ‘white light’ they were seeing in their meditations, and the feeling of peace that was with them after a group meditation. I thought they were out to lunch, but I went along with it, and when it came to my turn to share my experience of the class, I repeated what the others had said. “Yeah, white light! Peaceful. Definitely. That was me.” It would still be a while before I truly embraced the world of energy and subtle vibrations.

Fast forward a few years. I’m 19, and I’ve just returned from a life changing trip to South Africa. Whether it was the energy of the land, the culture, the climate, or the people I spent my time with, it was what I needed. That summer, I woke up. 

Diving head first into environmentalism, adopting a vegetarian diet, and starting a meditation practice were all markers of the initial stages of my journey.

It would be a year yet, until I would discover angels, and bring their wisdom and healing into my life. When I finally did discover the angelic realm, it was pure magic. By that time I had made my way through the Wayne Dyer + Eckhart Tolle, type of philosophies. Presence, breathing, forgiveness, trust in Source. All of these concepts were key, they were meaningful, and they had created great shifts in my life. 

But me, being me, was looking for something more fun. I didn’t even really know it at the time, but looking back, I know I longed for a path I could dig into, that really resonated with me. Something a bit more distinct. More feminine even. 

And that’s when I came across the book “Ask Your Guides” by Sonia Choquette. It was exactly what I needed. Step by step, page by page, it described how to work with your spirit guides and angels. Who they were. Why they were. And how to connect with them. 

I remember sitting in University - in my Financial Markets and Institutions class - tucked away in the back, pouring over the literature. ‘This is what I should be studying’, I thought. And so I did. I spent my days in my Finance courses, and my nights tucked away at home, reading esoteric literature with my kitty snuggled close by. I started calling upon Archangel Michael on the regular, and practicing different exercises from the books I was reading. I was so in love with my newfound connection to angels and the spirit world, that I just kept going. 

I kept going and going and going and going, until I find myself here today, typing these words as a full time entrepreneur whose primary service is to channel spirit guides and angels for the young women I coach. 

Although there is, of course, much more to the story (isn’t there always?) - that’s the gist of it my loves. We all have our own journeys, and that, in a few words, has been mine.

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Much love, my powerful chicas!

xo Beth

Inside my Bedroom + 5 Tips to Create Your Own Sacred Space

I've always loved creating sacred spaces.

I remember being a girl of 9 or 10, after my family had moved into a new home, and I had a new room. A fresh space where any of my ideas could come to life. After my parents gave me the go ahead to paint my room whatever colour I liked (oh the freedom!) - I excitedly decided on a light turquoise. I still remember the paint colour name - Robin's Egg Blue. My inspiration was the ocean, and the rest of the elements, from the furniture to the sacred objects, brought in the elements of sand, on an airy beach day. 

Fast forward to the present day, and I am still obsessed with creating spaces people feel good in. Over the last few years, I've had quite a few different bedrooms + houses, having moved from Lethbridge to Calgary to Tofino. Along the way, I've learned some key principles when it comes to creating a space you feel amazing in. Here are my top tips to create a sacred space, as well as some snapshots from my own room to help get you inspired!

An eagle feather hangs beside a DIY lamp - twinkling lights wrapped around a long piece of wood!

Sage smudge rests in an abalone shell, atop a block of cedar

1. Start with an intention of how you'd like to feel 

When I moved into a new place a few years back, while I was still in University, I remember getting so excited about the decorating process. I spent the entire summer tracking down the perfect furniture, painting it, creating canvases, and going on multiple Ikea shopping trips to get everything just right. What I didn't keep in mind, though, while I was creating, is that some of my core desired feelings are to feel safe, warm, and cozy. I was selecting greys, purples, and whites as my main colour scheme - colours I love, granted - but also colours that tend to evoke a cooler, dreamier state of mind. 

This time around, upon moving into a new spot in Tofino, I knew I needed to live in a red space. Red is of the root chakra - grounding, sensual, and cozy - the perfect hue for creating that 'Aaaah, I'm home', atmosphere. 

Upon tailoring your space to your needs, ask yourself, 'How do I want to feel?' - and select colours and themes that will cater to that desire. Perhaps you'd like to feel airy and expansive, in which case blues + whites might be nice. Maybe you'd like to feel cheery and welcome, so you choose to work will yellows... You get the idea!

2. Keep it clutter free 

Clutter has an insane impact on the psyche, whether we notice it or not. When there are miscellaneous items strewn around the space all the time, it creates an environment that's less welcoming, and more likely to remind you of all the cleaning you need to do. A good way to decrease clutter is to a) Just get rid of what you don't need and use all the time and b) Work with systems.

Ex. You know you never hang up your clothes when you take them off right away? All good, just have something like a wicker basket in your closet that you can throw them into until you're ready to get your clean on. (This is what I do!)

3. Create Altars 

Altars are little power places in your room, full of heart based intentions and what you hold dear. They are collections of sacred items and energies that help to reorient your mind to what's important, and help open your connection to the Divine.

My altar is on my windowsill, and features golden spirit animals, cedar, my business cards, himalayan salt candle holders, pictures of my visions, crystals, and more. Have fun with it! 

4. Ensure that each element you bring into the space has a purpose

Books that you have been meaning to read, but haven't touched in years, stacks of unopened mail, clothes that you don't really like anymore - all these things add weight to a space. Make sure that when you introduce an element to a room, it elicits a loving response in your being.

Look around your room - how does each and every article make you feel? We have memories + attachments to our possessions. Make sure you're surrounded by good ones!

5. Clear your space energetically 

Finally, make sure to clear the energy in your room. I do this daily with juniper incense, smudging with sage, and asking Archangel Michael or Jophiel to clear the space. Letting air flow in by opening the windows is a great idea, as is having plants that can circulate air and love from the fairy kingdom your way :) 

Happy visioning!

xo Beth

I wrapped twinkling lights around branches and cedar, and paired it with a salt lamp, for warm reading lights

The symbols for the root, heart, and third eye chakras add power to the space

A few sacred items from my altar - My business cards + a clear quartz I wear almost everyday on a block of cedar, a golden statue of one of my main Spirit animals, crystals, a feather, and more

A tree of life tapestry hangs over a too-bright-on-it's-own-light, creating a warm + soft, red glow

My slumbering kitty lounges on my bed. I sleep under cedar branches to connect with her spirit + her protection

A deer antler hangs between my closet and altar

I feel blessed to have this as my view

Aloe Vera brings fresh energy, and is also great to use as a face toner!

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Feeling Sexy + Sultry: Where is the Sacred Masculine?

So... recently, I've had some rather frustrating situations with men in my life.

While also mildly hilarious, overall, they have highlighted a deep desire within me to have the masculine 'Show Up' in my life, as I've become keenly aware of so many times I felt unsupported, or even disregarded, by the other sex.

Well I am happy to tell you I've just had a MAJOR BREAKTHROUGH, and I am super stoked to share! Who doesn't love breakthroughs?

Over the last few months, I have felt my desire for masculine energy in my life escalate.

And by masculine energy... let's just tell it like it is. My loins were on fire. Seriously ladies, I have never felt the desire for super awakening sex like I have since October. 

Prior to my long term relationship, I was in my teenage years. So a) Much of my sexual energy had been deeply unexplored b) When it rose up and wanted to be fed, it usually resulted in me going out to the bar, drinking with my girlfriends, and making out on the dance floor.

Being woken up, empowered, (and now mostly a non drinker), this time, needed to be quite different.

How would I navigate the landscape of sexuality with this new mindset? How could I honour and respect my primal needs and desires, while also honouring the whisperings of my heart, and the sensitivity that dwelled within me?

And why did all of this feel so goddam hard? 

Men just weren't showing up. Well they were, but they weren't actually if you get what I'm saying. 

They weren't communicating. They were giving mixed signals. They were reaching out, and then running away. They were dropping the ball. They weren't manning up.

And this really got to me, as so many of my prayers revolved around attracting that which fulfilled me. Satisfying sexual encounters that were both holy + sacred, unattached + yet fully united. Open + flowing. Uncontrolled + primal. Deep. Cosmic. Spiritual. An honouring of the sacred masculine and the divine feminine. 

But alas, this lady, try though she might, was not getting what she was looking for. Many I talked to said I was reaching for more than others could give. That this type of union simply didn't exist in this day and age. That men were men, and they were flakes. That if I wanted sex, fine, but don't expect it to mean anything. 

And so I waited, waited for something that made sense. Waited for an AHA moment, that would deliver me from confused and wanting, to powerful and honouring. 

Well, my dears, the AHA moment has arrived. 

After a frustrating situation yesterday, when again, I felt as though the masculine had dropped the ball, and not shown up (details spared, basis of the situation - shared) - I felt an undulating heat and disappointment for the masculine.

The feminine wounds within me writhed. It felt like I had arrived at an institution of higher learning, and I had prepared in depth - proud and excited of my work - ready to share, I showed up with all materials in hand, only to discover that it was a men's club, and they wouldn't take me seriously. 

Another way I saw it, this morning, was a battlefield. The powerful women warriors had shown up, but the army they were fighting was great. We needed the hundreds of males in the distance to come and help us. But they didn't. We were left alone, to fend for ourselves. 

So much of this is so abstract, so deeply personal, but hopefully you'll be able to sense the sensitive undercurrent running below. The feelings of being left behind, being unwanted, not received, not respected, by our counterparts. 

And then it hit me.

This morning, all of this turned hilarious. In between shouts of 'GODDAMIT WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING MEN', I likewise, had bouts of mild histeria. I thought all of this was hilarious. I could truly step back and witness the situation, and through my comedic translation of said events, an enormous amount of clarity rushed through me. 

Through my own independence, my own wilfulness, and pride at being a woman, I had blocked out the masculine. Though I felt drawn to him, and wanted him in my life, I had been acting and thinking in a way of 'Don't need no man for no thang.'

But guess what. It dawned upon me, I actually DO need a man. 

And not just any man. 

MY man. 

My own inner man. My inner masculine. I had been so excited about channeling the Goddess, the beautiful, sensual creature of the female, that I had shunned my inner sacred masculine. 

It was in that moment that I felt both the deep craving for the masculine, and the unforgiveness I had harboured against him, both as an individual, and as a part of the collective female psyche.

Through my anger at how the unbalanced masculine has shown up in the world, I had failed to acknowledge the positive aspects of the him, that I both deeply needed, and deeply craved. 

So I did what I always do when I need help. I prayed.

I recited, over and over, my mantra of forgiveness for the masculine. I felt my deep attraction to him, and let it be OK. I prayed that my inner selves would be united, that my sacred masculine, and my divine feminine could forgive one another. That I could experience unity in the self. 

I realized that, for the last few months - not getting what I wanted and encountering men who were just not showing up - had everything to do with the separation of masculine + feminine within myself. 

After that, I called upon my masculine. 

I channeled his energy from up within me, and something magical happened. 

I felt safe, and protected. I felt like he had me. I felt his presence, calm and steady. All that delicious energy that men do so well, (you know, like being all sexy and strong, steady, and deeply rooted) was rising up within. And I felt turned on. By my own self! My own masculine!

Eureka!

All this "What you're looking for is in yourself" stuff is so not bullshit!

Excellent. 

So dear ones, I will work with this new insight. This understanding that my own masculine is delicious and true, and worthy, and I am so, so ready to forgive him. When we unite, then, and only then, will the sacred masculine truly be able to show up in my outer world as well.

He is what I need. He is what I want. 

And all of Him, is within me. 

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May your sacred masculine + your divine feminine merge. And may they make delicious, sweet love, in your uncompromisingly deep soul.

xo Beth

Ps. Upon finishing this blog post, a man has shown up and sat at my booth at the coffee shop. HAHA. Shit's working already ;) :D

Pps. Another one just sat down. This is amazing. Inner masculine, you are the bomb. 

The Sacred Truth - What is a Witch?

I remember being mildly fascinated, and also mildly terrified, of witches as a child.

Often, as a girl of 4 or 5, I would feel strange spirits in my closet - they frightened me - and I would regularly tell my mother about the witches in my bedroom. The only song I remember writing as a child, when I was also around that same age, went like this: “Witches, witches, 1 2 3, witches witches, come for me”. 

The interesting thing about this, is by 4 or 5 I had already bought into the mainstream way of viewing witches - as evil vixens, sometimes hags, complete with green skin, warts, and weird bubbling cauldrons they were concocting in order to ensnare innocents wandering around their lair. 

The truth about witches is that, yes they were, and are, very real.

But the magic they use is misunderstood. Rather than relying on some crafted mechanism such as wands or cauldrons for power, they rely on the power of their thoughts, their feelings, sometimes their tools, but most importantly, their consciousness and their alignment with Source energy.

They have an intimate understanding of the natural ways, and are innately drawn to the offerings of the earth and the stars. Each are born with intrinsic gifts, that when watered with time, perseverance, and mentorship, can lead to astounding pursuits. 

Witches have a unique connection to the Otherworld that guides them to commune with spirit guides, angels, ancestors, plants, and the forces of nature. They are eagerly interested in herbal medicine, the dreamtime, the healing arts, ritual, astrology, and the effect that the mind can have on any given situation.

They’re connected to the darkness, and understand that the terms ‘dark’ and ‘negative’ are not, in fact, synonymous - it is simply a collective fear of the unknown that has sparked such a comparison. They’ve discovered that through the simplicity of the Law of Attraction, they can work with the Universe to affect great change.

And, maybe most importantly, they are keenly and unabashedly loyal to the Divine Feminine. 

This type of power (that of the Goddess) was feared by the patriarchal society that sprung up thousands of years ago, and lead to the demise and belittling of the sacred witch - the medicine woman, the healer, the priestess, the wild woman. During the witch hunts of 1450-1800, an estimated 100 000 women were killed. 

Today we would call these women herbalists, healers, storytellers, and astrologists, but still, the indwelling magic of something greater than that exists. We, as the women who are innately drawn to these realms, still belong to the ancient coven of witches. 

And many of us are undeniably bat-shit fearful of it.

Some of us have past life memories, whether we consciously remember them or not, of being pursued and killed for our involvement with the otherworld. Churches, of many faiths, have repeatedly condemned any path that strays from connecting solely with one masculine God for our truths. (We know, as witches, that the One, a Source, really does exist, yet we honour that said force has many ways of expressing itself) 

It is no gimmick, and no small thing, the path of the witch.

For many of us, these subconscious memories spark pain, causing us to shy away from what we know we are sublimely talented at, and reach for more mundane, less risky choices. Powerful healers + teachers everywhere are working 9-5s they feel bland in, too afraid to step out of the mainstream and rekindle their connection with the wild woman.

If you are one of these women, bless you, and know that it is not so scary as you may think to step back out again and pick up where you left off. The rush of being on the leading edge of creation, working with our guides and shifting energy to allow the wild woman back in, is a journey far greater and more exciting than the fear that is holding you back.

Simply say a prayer to the divine feminine that runs through us all:

‘Please guide me to release any and all fears I am holding on to, that are blocking me from embodying my wild woman. I am consciously choosing to open back up to my natural gifts. Please show me the way.’

Say this prayer a few times, perhaps even for a few days, aloud, and with vigor. She hears you. She will answer. Just be patient, and observant, while the forces within work their mysteries. 

As women, and yes, as witches, we have the opportunity, and the challenge, to rise above our current paradigm. 

We have the opportunity, and the challenge, to choose our fullness and radiate acceptance, while we rekindle our sacred gifts. 

And we have the opportunity to be together while doing it.

We belong to our sisters. 

And if, by now, you are still left wondering ‘Well.. Am I a witch?’ Here’s a clue...

If you want to be a witch. You are one. 

Much love + magical mysteries, 

See you on the other side. 

xo Beth

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How to Deal with Judgement Thoughts Towards Other Women

Judgement. What a big one. This post is not intended to be a quick fix cure all for those critical thoughts, but an introduction to tools that we can all use to invite more love into the equation.

It doesn't feel good to be judged. And it doesn't feel good to judge. But in a society of young women raised on Cosmopolitan, Mean Girls, and cut throat competition, it's no wonder that we all suffer from this frankly, quite depressing, aspect of separation. 

So when we first start to become conscious, and become more mindful of our thoughts + how they make us feel, we can tend to be overwhelmed by the quantity of judgement thoughts. I know I was. But when I truly started seeing all the chitter chatter that criticized and nitpicked, I did something that didn't exactly help the situation:

I judged the thoughts. 

I would get upset with myself for being a 'bad person'. And I would literally yell at myself inside my head to stop. It took me at least a few months to realize that this behaviour was taking me away from my goal of more self-love + love for the women I was with. Judging judgement simply creates more of it. 

So that brings me to the first step. The next time you find a thought that you're not jiving with, head straight to forgiveness. Forgive yourself when the thoughts come up. Forgive. Compassionately. With zest. Forgive.

You can say mentally "I am wiling to forgive myself for this thought. I know it's simply conditioning and past experiences that have brought me here, and I am now willing to change. I choose the voice of love instead."

Once you've forgiven yourself for the thought, I recommend finding one thing that is beautiful about the person you have judged. Whether that's yourself or someone else. If this is hard for you, all the more reason to do it. You have to remember that the world is our reflection. When we are finding things we dislike in other women, we are really just disliking ourselves. So finding qualities of beauty in that babe is simply going to remind you of your own goodness. Likewise, when focused on the self, finding points of grace within will help you to be more loving with everyone else in your life. 

Step 1. Forgive. Step 2. Find One Thing That is Beautiful.

We have to remember that we are dealing with deep collective wounds that women share. Not only have we been denied equal stance with our brothers for centuries, but we've also been pitted against each other in the collective unconscious.

Remember that women, in the past, weren't given opportunities to create money, own land, or even vote, therefore, the entirety of their security, survival and safety, was placed on their ability to secure a husband. And a well off husband at that. Imagine the competition that ensued from such a scenario. It is so sad to think about the shadow sides of the feminine. But it is so necessary to go here at times, so that we can remember that compassion is needed for the wounds to heal.

Be honest about your vulnerabilities and your fears. Forgive yourself for your judgment. Understand that it's engrained, yet we are here to wash away old patterning and channel a new energy of love and oneness into the world. 

Find the beauty in your sisters. Find the beauty in yourself. 

And of course, don't forget to ask your angels for help. Archangel Jophiel and Archangel Ariel are feminine powerhouses that can help you whenever you need.

Simply say "Archangel ________, please guide to me to choose higher thoughts of love about other women, and about myself. Please guide my thoughts in a way that reflects our oneness. Thank you for helping me to forgive myself, and to forgive others.'

xo Beth

Today, I was Helped by the Angels

I often refer to my time in Tofino as 'Event School' -  the reason being that I've actively wanted to get involved in events, but up until now, have only dabbled a bit here and there. 

So upon moving to Tofino a few months ago, I knew I had an opportunity to get my hands dirty and just give 'er. Tofino, though a small town, is a hotbed of young, social souls (due to it's status as 'Canada's Surf Capital') and a mecca for tourism. It offers a constant flow of new people who are looking to connect and engage with the local culture - the perfect scenario for those interested in creating events.  

Hence, why I've dubbed it 'Event School', as with a little willingness + the spirit of a self-starter, one can learn the ins and outs of event planning + execution. The opportunities are here!

My first event? A fundraiser for an organization I'm an ambassador with - Women for Whales. It's a night of inspirational speakers (including Roxy sponsored surfer Catherine Bruhwiler and Morgan Callison, the founder of the only health food store in Tofino - Green Soul Organics), Raffle Prizes from amazing local companies, AND a epic local DJ to end the night with dancing + good vibes.

As I'm new to throwing events, I wasn't fully up on all the components of the evening. I'm learning things like, what to bring with you when you're dropping off tickets to vendors, the best ways to approach a store for raffle prizes, etc. I'm also learning that when things go wrong, the angels totally have my back. 

A few hours ago I found out that the PA system I was counting on (in essence: the sound equipment) - wasn't available, and I didn't know anyone else in town who had what I needed. In a town of 2000 people, where the closest city is a 2 hour drive away, this is semi-worrisome, as there isn't a big box store, or a list of businesses you can go to when in a pinch.

Imagining a night, that was supposed to be full of dancing and good music, without a stereo system, left a mild panic in my being. 

But with Marie Forleo's voice in my head saying 'Everything is figure-outeable', and lots of prayers to the angels sent in, I was confident I could make it work. 

Heading to the internet, and Tofino's local Facebook group (we're tight like that :D) - I put out a semi desperate plea - 'Help! I need a PA system for tomorrow night!' - After I posted the comment, I scrolled down to see that someone had just posted a picture of the most extensive PA system I'd ever seen, saying it was available. I'd never seen a PA system on the group before, and this one had only very recently been posted. How magical is that?

To keep the story simple, 15 minutes later, I had not 1, but 2 PA systems lined up, just in case the first one fell through. 

And I am so full of gratitude for both the people + the synchronicites of Spirit, for allowing what could have been a major meltdown to turn into an incredible opportunity to honour - we are truly taken care of. I know without a doubt my angels were working with me big time on this one.

Now I'm going to enjoy a cup of tea, a little Oprah, and settle in to the night before my first official party! How exciting is that!

Much love to you beautiful people,

And say it with me! "I am truly taken care of."

:) 

xo Beth

The Lessons of Overgiving + The Courage to Rest

A few weeks ago I committed to a 40 day blog challenge. I decided I was going to post one blog per day. 

Writing is one of my favourite things in the world, and so it seemed like an amazing thing to do to get myself typing on those keys more often. 

However, in the past week or so I've been feeling really raw. And not like that vulnerable raw of open goodness that feels great and freeing.

But the kind of raw where I'm digging to find things in places that are fresh and gaping. And these places are not calling for more digging and outputting. They are calling for silence.

For those longterm readers, you know I like to get personal, vulnerable, and real in my blog posts. But I've come to learn I can't do that everyday. These posts feel GREAT to write, but it simply isn't sustainable for me to do them daily. They require deep soul journeying. Deep soul journeying requires space, time, and elegance.

When I am planning events, working 1 - on -1  with clients, emailing, designing websites, and brainstorming for new projects, I don't always have the energy to deep soul journeying for posts. AND THAT IS SO OK. WOOHOO I SAID IT!!! ( Go me :D )

So, I am still 100% committed to this blog challenge, but I need to revise the details. 

The new details involve MEDITATING on blogging every day.

Today - Do I have something to give? Am I excited and inspired and flowing?

If not, I am going to give myself breathing room and let that be OK. Can I receive my own gift of rest? 

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So now I'd like you to take a minute to reflect. Are there any areas of your life where you're over giving? Pushing yourself so you don't disappoint others? Letting your battery get low so you don't drop any commitments? 

Giving is great. Giving when you need to stop and recharge your batteries instead, not so great. 

Give yourself permission to revisit. Be a revolutionary heart based bad-ass, and BE OK WITH ADAPTING. 

These are intense times. The more we can honour our need to take time and space, the more love we'll have to share when it's time. 

You rock

xo Beth