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I have a tendency to overcomplicate things.

I suspect it’s from growing up in a world that values the amount of time and energy you put into something more highly than it does your ability to call upon your own strengths and magic while also honoring your health and well-being.

It’s true. Since the industrial era of the mid 1800s (when the measure of success became the amount of parts you could put together in an hour on a factory floor), humans have been programmed to try to cram as much as possible into their time to prove how successful and productive they are.

That philosophy may work for machines, but it certainly doesn’t work for human beings.

Instead of a healthy, prosperous (in every sense of the word) population, we are surrounded by anxious, sleep-deprived, caffeine-addicted, and fundamentally unfulfilled souls milling about trying to “fix it” by making life even more complicated.

If I just hustle harder and do more, then maybe I’ll finally achieve the joy of success and achievement.

No. Just….no.

That type of mentality doesn’t get you deep, lasting contentment that you think it will. You know this and I know this – because we’ve both tried it out and realized there’s a deeper truth…

Simple is sacred.

We are not machines. We are animals woven into the very fabric of mother nature. We existed long before the factories that modernized us. And nature knows how to stay alive and abundant without any complex algorithms or shiny new technology.

I am not anti-technology. It has brought about many beautiful things, including connecting you and I in this very moment.

What I am against is the treating of human beings like they aren’t the product of nature itself. When we become robotic, we disconnect from what matters most – our connection to the planet, those that came before us, and those yet to come.

I believe it is a revolutionary act to keep things simple.

To close the laptop, to quiet the mind, to say no, and to find deep and sacred joy in the mundane tasks of your life — all further aligns you to inner wisdom.

So, in my effort to reduce the noisy complexity of my life and tap into the ancient creative wisdom that flows through me, I’ve been making a practice of finding sacred joy in the everyday tasks of my life.

And what a difference it’s made.

It’s something we talk about in the private community in The Creative Sisterhood – ways we are embodying our inner wise women when we’ve got school lunches to make, papers to file, and errands to run.

One of the women in the sisterhood works in a bakery, which requires early hours and a lot of work with her hands. But what’s helped her realize her work is ancient and beautiful has been taking this sacred simplicity approach to her work.

The act of kneading the dough with her hands is something women have been doing for thousands of years. The dough she kneads and bakes helps to nourish and sustain life. It is a simple yet powerful connection she has to those who came before her through just the simple movement of her hands.

I’ve applied this sacred simplicity to doing the dishes every morning – something I simply must do in order to have clean plates to eat on and a clear sink to fill my tea kettle each day.

I’ve started looking at doing the dishes as clearing away of anything that no longer serves me.

As I’m scrubbing the saucepan, I envision myself scrubbing away all the darker emotions, ties to frustrating memories, holding onto past stories that no longer fuel my growth, etc to feel squeaky clean (just like my wine glasses) at the end of it. I revel in the warmth of the water on my hands and feel grateful to my tools (a sponge and dish soap) for guiding me through this sacred process each morning. It helps me take on my day feeling fresh and sparkling.

I invite you to counter your complex-making tendencies by infusing more joyful sacredness into the mundane tasks of your life.

Call in more sacred simplicity, sister, and cultivate that aliveness formerly associated with a packed calendar and late night deadline.

What are some practices to help you find more sacred simplicity in your daily life?

To help you out, I’ve created a printable worksheet to guide you in simplifying your sacred:

And if you are interested in learning more about creative practices to re-ignite your creative wisdom, I would love for you to join me the evening of Thursday, Feb 23rd at 5:30pm PST for a online sacred women’s gathering called Creative Rituals to Nourish Your Soul.

We’ll be gathering in a space of sacred sisterhood to learn more about ancient rituals to come back to a more rooted sense of self, tips for telling your perfectionist and self-judgement parts to step aside please, and creating our own customized plans to engage more consistently in a regular creative practice. These gatherings are super engaging and fun. I hope you can join us.

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Most of my life, I’ve had an aversion to Februaries.

It was a bitter joke in my family that we couldn’t be responsible for who we’d become during that dark, cold month because it was always sad and a little bit ugly. The novelty of the winter holidays had worn off and now it was about trudging through cold slush praying that spring would come again.

That the warmth of the sun would shine on my face.

That wildflowers would sprout up again.

That joy and hope would return.

If you have felt (or still feel) the same way about this time of year, it makes sense.

For thousands of years, our ancestors were doing the same thing – praying for an end to the dark, cold winter so they could get back out in the world and keep living. Winter truly was a fragile time for humanity – when simply surviving it was the only priority.

I believe that, even in this time of prescription sunlamps, vitamin D drops, and jetting off to Miami for a weekend of sunshine, we can still feel this tension of winter in our bones.

…which is why, when I started to embrace living in tune with the seasons, I could find more wisdom in these harder moments of the year.

I have been able to flow more with the uncertainty that winter brings us.

This week (the beginning of February) marks the Celtic celebration of midwinter – called Imbolc (pronounced EE-molc) – marked by the halfway point between the winter solstice and the spring equinox.

Imbolc is a festival of hearth and home – of lengthening days and watching for the early signs of spring. It celebrates the changing of the goddess (earth) from crone (winter) to maiden (spring). It is a time to remind ourselves that winter is passing through and spring is on its way. There is a quickening in the soil below and it’s starting to warm as the crocus flowers are beginning to bloom. It also happens to coincide with Groundhog Day here in the U.S. – the time we check with Punxsutawney Phil to see how much longer winter will last (I love seeing the synchronicities of different cultures and religions around nature’s holidays).

What the season of midwinter can teach us about uncertainty and despairvia

Imbolc is also a time to celebrate Brigid – the Goddess of the Hearthfire, Poetry, Healing, Smithcraft, and Midwifery.  

If you can make it with you hands, you can thank Brigid for it.

Traditionally at Imbolc, people would make Brigid’s crosses and Brigid dolls to represent fertility, fortune, and awakening to nature. To receive Brigid’s blessings, they would light candles and fires (representing the warmth returning) and feast in her honor would make a bed for Brigid and leave her food and drink, while items of clothing would be left outside for her to bless that night.

I find the tradition Imbolc to be a deep comfort during this tenuous time of winter – not only in nature but also in this time in history when despair, uncertainty, and fear dominate the headlines.

“Imbolc in dark, cold winter can signify endurance in the face of adversity and scarcity: we may encounter fragility, tenuousness, uncertainty, darkness and despair beyond what we think we can endure. Women know these experiences. We have held both new life and death in our hands. We have wondered: will this child make it, will the addict live or die, will my lover come home, will I survive this loss? Will I be ok? Will there be enough resources to see us into spring?⠀

I imagine our ancestors sitting in circle at this time of year, with whatever sources of light they had, listening to one another. Just so, we are invited to sit circle together and share how we “are,” what we need, what is frozen, what is thawing, what is fragile. In the deep winter, be begin again. We say YES again each year. Yes to returning light, to the coming outward time. We are saying yes to the living of life again and whatever it may it bring. I speak of Imbolc as a time of faith.

– Words from Kim Duckett found in my We’Moon Calendar

Whether you are physically experiencing the effects of mid-winter where you live right now or are feeling it in your body and heart, we can learn so much from this seasonal moment in the wheel of the year.

It is a time of deep faith.

During this emotionally tenuous time in history, when it can be so tempting to lose yourself in rage, fear, and hopelessness, I’ve been asking myself “Who do I need to be?” and weighing it just as important as “What do I need to do?”.

And my answer always comes back the same: Take exquisite care of myself.

And so I move my body. I go to bed early. I make my bone broth. I take candlelit baths. I walk in nature and notice what she has to say to me.

…all so I can show up and keep fighting for love.

Here are some ideas for a simple ritual you can do to cultivate faith and nourish your feminine creativity this midwinter:

  1. Light a candle (or a fire) when the sun goes down and be with the warmth of the light to welcome back the sun.
  2. Contemplate and journal on the seeds you want to plant and nurture this year. You could also place some physical seeds on your altar or bedside table.
  3. Turn up some inspiring music and dance around – tidying your living space as you go to welcome in the newness of spring.
  4. Prepare yourself for the work ahead by blessing your tools. Lay out your gardening gloves, calculator, pens, laptop, etc, smudge them and infuse them with your intentions for the year.
  5. Activate your inner Brigid by making with your hands – nourishing foods, knit items, handwritten poems, maybe even try your hand at the Brigid doll I posted a link to above.

So now I ask you: How can you midwife yourself through this midwinter season to cultivate more faith that spring is coming to your life?

I’d love to read your answer in the comments below, sister.

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What the Lioness Taught Me

I recently returned from 3 weeks traveling around Kenya with my beloved.

{If you want to see photos of my trip, check out my instagram profile}.

It was one of those journeys I’d been dreaming about and planning since I was a little girl.

I’ve always been drawn to Africa. The animals, the sweeping landscape, the culture of its people living in harmony with the land, and the wildness of it all spoke to a deeply raw part of me that craved that level of wildness within myself.

A part of me that wanted to run with the cheetahs, paint my face with the warriors, and weave baskets from the grasses of the vast savannah with the village grandmothers. I was the girl obsessed with the story of Mowgli in The Jungle Book and watched The Lion King at least 100 times when it came out – memorizing each animal and singing all the songs at the top of my lungs.

So when my best friend moved to Nairobi and invited me to visit, I jumped at the chance to make it happen.

In the weeks leading up to the trip, I noticed I started calling it a sacred pilgrimage. It was clear this was going to be an important trip – not just because I was taking 3 weeks off of normal life to go on an adventure and spend time reconnecting with my guy, but because I has a knowing that something was going to shift for me when I was there.

At first I thought that shift was going to happen through connecting with the women there.

I had a vision of sitting in a circle of women stringing beaded head adornments. I would be laughing with them, learning about their traditions – their food, their medicines, how they birth their babies – feeling accepted into their sisterhood.

Long story short…that didn’t happen.

I was surrounded by men on most of the trip and the Maasai women I did introduce myself to were very suspicious of the white girl in strange looking hiking pants (furiously re-applying sunscreen to her face) asking them about their traditions of handcrafts and rituals around motherhood. That was an important moment for me, actually. To feel otherness and discomfort with a community of women who didn’t understand or trust me fully. I had to let my fantasy of being accepted as a sister to these women go and stay open to the lessons that were coming – which didn’t take very long.

It was the wisdom and medicine of the Lioness that moved me deeply.

The female lion was my greatest teacher on this trip. She kept appearing (almost daily) during my time there. In one morning, we came across 40 lions from 5 different prides.

And every time I saw her, something stirred deep inside my belly – a quivering reverence for this noble being. I would immediately get chills and my eyes would fill up with tears. My whole body was telling me to pay attention and listen to her.

The animal medicine of the lioness is potent.

Female lions are powerful and essential to their pride. They do 85% of the hunting, birth and raise the cubs, and stay alert to protect the pride while the males sleep most of the day. When a lioness is in heat, a male will join her, staying with her constantly. She calls him in with her sexuality. (I love that!)

I also love the bond of the females in a pride. Usually two or more females in a pride give birth about the same time, and the cubs are raised together. They also nurse each other’s cubs and will even adopt ones that are lost or found malnourished.

It’s often said that lions represent courage, power, and leadership. And, while I definitely felt that, what rang true for me was the sense that the lioness was here to show me feminine power and strength.

The lioness walks with powerful presence.

She is graceful and strong.

She is a fierce mama.

She is a sister in all ways.

She is the ultimate protector of hearth and home.

…and she knows it – walking with the confidence of a sovereign queen.

I got the message loud and clear.

Own your feminine power.

Share your voice without shame.

Speak your truth always.

Do not fear your own power.

Roar, mama, roar.

I asked my friend and mentor Lola Pickett of Wild Playground to feel into the medicine and message of the Lioness and this is what she shared:

Lioness says that there is enough power running through this Earth for every woman to stand tall in Her own way. We thrive as sisters when we work together, when we trust that there is enough food, fuel, clientele, beauty, money, and energy for us ALL TO RISE.

We must feed ourselves to have the strength, focus, agility, and courage to keep hunting… and hunters is what we are.

We must not fear our ferocity.

The feminine divine is as tenacious and earth-shakingly-fierce as she is soft, cuddly, and purring. At any moment she can shift and it is ALL true and important.

Let us all be as bold in meeting each other as we are.

I wanted to share a video we recorded of the first moment I saw a pride of lionesses and their cubs in the early morning hours just after the sun had risen. Check it out below.

What about you?

Have you ever had an intimate experience with an animal that gave you a profound message or transformation? Share in the comments below.

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Lessons from a Year of Going Deep

For the past several years, I’ve written an end of year post that talked specifically about my experience and adventures in being a business owner. You can read Year One here and Year Two here.

This year, however, has felt so different from years past.

When I sat down to write (which was several weeks ago now…this one has taken me a while) I couldn’t easily compartmentalize out the business lessons from the deeper life lessons that this year gave me. It felt unfair to share little, bite-sized portions of a year that transformed and alchemized me in so many beautiful ways.

I’ve been spending the days since winter solstice in a cozy space of hibernation. I’ve been reflecting on all the memorable moments – the brightest and the darkest – of the last 12 months. I’ve been asking myself what lessons I have taken from those experiences and how have they served me on my path of growth.


Lessons from a Year of Going Deep

Watercolor was my teacher in presence and trust.

After years of being drawn towards (and simultaneously terrified of) the wild and beautiful world of watercolor painting, I picked up a brush and dove in the deep end.

Watercolor has taught me much about presence, trusting myself, and allowing for magic to unfold. As I share in this post about all the lessons watercolor has taught me, I discovered a deeper sense of my flow state – a place where I could access a creative freedom I’ve been craving for years.

The photo above is smattering of colors I painted in a session that turned out to be part of the logo for The Dabblist Collective. That was a really beautiful and powerful moment for me – to be a part of creating something that came out of pure chaos and unique expression.

Nothing planned meticulously or forced. Pure art.


Lessons from a Year of Going Deep

I found an in-person community of creative, soulful women.

My word of the year for 2016 was spacious community.

(I know that’s 2 words but one word never seems to suffice with me.)

And when I wrote those 2 words down, I wasn’t really sure what they meant. I kept saying to myself, shouldn’t it be abundance or growth or something related to growing my business?

But nope, it was spacious community and that was that.

When I first moved to my little town, I spent the first year telling myself the story that I was alone. No one young, conscious, or soulful lived near me and I was doomed to live alone under the trees with just the internet as my companion.

…boy was I wrong.

In February, I found such a special place – a creative coworking space and inspiration lab for women just a 5 minute walk from my house.

This place is called The Hivery and it is the creative space of my dreams.

It’s a place I go to feel inspired, take myself more seriously, and connect with women (from all walks of life – ones I would never have made friends with outside of that space).

It’s a place where I can be vulnerable and as introverted or extroverted as I want to be. A place where I can celebrate my big highs with a victory bell and the lowest lows with a shoulder to cry on (literally…March was a tough month).

It’s a place where I’ve had major financial meetings and also one where we’ve all worn white and adorned ourselves with flower crowns to celebrate the summer solstice.

I truly believe that, after months of speaking my intentions to sisters and blowing my wish into the flames of candles, I was able to manifest such a beautiful community right at my doorsteps. (I talk more about what I did in this post)


Lessons from a Year of Going Deep

I found solace in monthly moon circles

In addition to my co-working space, I participate in a local sister circle that meets with the moon.

In March, it was my turn to host that month’s full moon gathering and I watched myself unravel a bit at the idea of hosting such powerful women in my home.

These women had studied yoga with the gurus of India, the art of tea ceremony in China, and had shared story after story of why there were far better at ritual and ceremony than I was (the stories we create to stay small, eh?).

What if I had the wrong sized tea cups? What if I served meat and offended the vegans?

A dear friend in the circle must have sensed all of this going on in my head because she reached out to me and asked if I’d like support in hosting at my home. Before the gathering, I went to her office and spoke all my fears (including the part about having the wrong sized tea cups) and she reassured me that my sacred was sacred enough and all would be well.

And the night ended up being so beautiful.  I re-located my inner wise woman and sacred space holder once again. My friend snapped this photo of the altar we created together before we begun.

I share more about how I created my monthly sister circle in this post.

I’ve found that, as a woman who holds space for others, it’s incredibly important that I have my own circle that can hold me. My moon circle sisterhood has been that for me, which has been a catalyst for my own growth and transformation.


Lessons from a Year of Going Deep

I returned to my masculine a very different woman.

After watching a talk my friend (and fellow moon sister) Maria Jose Molfino gave on The Heroine’s Journey (Maureen Murdock’s feminine take on Joseph Campbell’s The Hero’s Journey), I had a huge aha moment.

I realized that, after several years of intense devotion to self-care, creative expression, working with goddess archetypes, and deepening my connection with mother nature (re-balancing my feminine energies), I had emerged into a more healed relationship with my masculine. I was coming back to more intense, singularly focused (masculine) activities with a balanced mindset.

I started pushing my physical edge by lifting heavy weights and tapping back with determined intensity in spin class several days a week. I created a boundary of “work hours” where I’m super on with my businesses and noticed the quality of my output increasing (thanks to a great system and amazing co-working space)…all while still maintaining my commitment to taking care of myself through creative expression, circling with women regularly, nourishing my body, and being the counterbalance of energy to my man.

After years of feeling imprisoned by the masculine (through overworking, suppressing my creativity, and being resistant to softening in my relationship), it felt so empowering to return to it with the tools to resource both energies of my being.


Lessons from a Year of Going Deep

I launched a passion project of my own.

After months of giggly skype chats and deep conversations about what it means to be a conscious leader and business owner today, my friend Maia and I decided to start recording them and made it into a podcast.

In May, The Lunar Lab was born.

What I loved about the whole process of creating a podcast is that it felt creative and fun. It wasn’t for money or for any sort of specific marketing reason. Maia and I were having fun with this passion project and I’m so proud of what we created.

We recorded 14 episodes before fall hit and we both got super busy with our businesses and then winter hibernation set in. So now we’re in the fun space and dreaming up what will happen next…with zero pressure.

That’s what I love about passion projects – creating for creation’s sake.


Lessons from a Year of Going Deep

I remembered my ancient self.

Never in my life have I experienced such a powerful depth of the feminine ancestral ways than I did during my weekend at Spiritweavers Gathering.

I felt the threads of my lineage, my passions, and my curiosity woven into the greater tapestry of women all over the world, across time, and mama Earth.

We sang in circle to the beat of the drums, we bathed in the river, we sat in ceremony with wise elders, we crafted with our hands – dyeing with plants, weaving with fibers, stitching broom corn, braiding hair with flowers, making tea for yoni baths, stitching buckskin for shoes, painting drums, making fire from the earth, distilling essential oils, weaving baskets, sharing our deepest fears and desires in circle, drinking tea in silence as the birds awoke in song. We danced wildly under the stars. We slept on the earth. We bathed each other in the love song of our hearts. We adorned ourselves and walked the land embodying the priestesses we all knew each other to be.

I returned from that weekend awake and remembering (on a more soul deep level) why it is I work with my hands and what that has the power to create and heal in this world.


Lessons from a Year of Going Deep

I made my drum.

I call her my moon drum – she’s made of buckskin and dyed with indigo.

Making my own drum is something I’ve been wanting to do for years but have been terrified of even attempting for reasons like:

  • I would make the drum incorrectly and offend the spirits of the indigenous cultures who originated drum making. (yes, really)
  • That I was culturally appropriating a sacred art that wasn’t my of own lineage (being a white girl who is descended from European colonists), therefore shouldn’t be allowed to do it at all.
  • That I wouldn’t properly honor the animal whose hide I would be working with.
  • That it was not cool to use a dead animal’s hide to make something for my enjoyment.
  • I would mess up and my drum wouldn’t work because I wasn’t working with a master teacher.

Now, you might expect me to follow that up with a statement about how all that limited thinking is BS and that I am worthy of my creative desires and that I should take a dabblist approach to this project (like any other!) and simply begin.

But I actually think a lot of these reasons I gave are important ones to ponder. I’ve seen many well-meaning people around the world dive into indigenous crafts without being thoughtful about the cultures that originated them, the teachers who share their knowledge, and sustainability and sacredness of the materials used.

The key distinction here is that, while these concerns are important ones to ponder, they aren’t necessarily reasons NOT to do something.

So, after years of yearning, a few close girlfriends and I made the decision to gather and make drums together – and we committed to doing it with intention and meaning.

It was the sacred art of making in sisterhood. It felt like a beautiful way to honor, give reverence, feel gratitude, and also make my very own drum.

{I talk more about my process of making the drum in this post.}


Lessons from a Year of Going Deep

I let myself be sad and fell deeper in love.

One day in mid-August, I woke up with a profound sadness flowing through me. What began as a conversation with Tim turned into a despair so deep I knew it couldn’t only be my own.

Grief was pulsing through my system, my ancestors were moaning with melancholy, and I knew it needed to be honored.

So I crafted Becca’s Shadow Day – a day of making my sadness sacred once more.

What came out of that release was permission to love myself even more deeply.

Soon after, I started working with an empowerment coach. We would meet every couple of weeks for 3-4 hours of deep diving into who I am and what I’m here for. Without all the stories about who I thought I was supposed to be and the tampering of the sadness (because I was actively letting it all out), I could drop more deeply into truth.

And I started literally glowing.

I snapped this photo during a podcast recording session when my co-host Maia said I looked like a radiant goddess.

I’m fairly certain this increase in my glow is directly related to my focus on taking epic care of myself.

I implemented a beautiful, spacious new morning routine. I started focusing my high leverage work tasks in the morning hours when I’m fresh and sparkling. I was taking breaks for my meals and making them lovely works of art. I was sleeping a lot. I started drinking soooooo much more water.  I was seeing my coach and healers regularly.  And I was connecting with women multiple times a day through text, voice text, sending videos, and in person.

Breakdown to breakthrough – it’s a real thing, after all.


Lessons from a Year of Going Deep

I got really overwhelmed by a beautiful gift, and deepened into the art of receiving.

One day in September, I received a surprise package in the mail – a covert gift from the women in The Dabblist Collective sisterhood.

Using the theme of #makersgonnamake, they each shared their handmade creations, stories of creative transformation, and sweet personal letters with me.

I was a bawling mess for a solid hour as I leafed through and read (and re-read) every single note and creation in that box. This was my moment to fully receive the love and expression of these beautiful souls in my community.

It took a few more weeks to fully take in all of that magic – to process the impact I’ve had on them and that they’ve had on me.

I shared this photo on instagram to anchor this moment in my heart (and on the internet) to show what’s possible when you fiercely follow a vision and open it up to the women of the world.

We can co-create an ever blossoming circle of creative wisdom, sisterhood support, and pure love.


Lessons from a Year of Going Deep

I embraced the art of adornment and body love

I learned about the sacred art of self decoration with the monarch butterflies perched atop my head, lightning bugs as my night jewelry, and emerald-green frogs as bracelets.

— Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Women Who Run With the Wolves

I noticed myself taking a lot more mirror selfies than I used to, which felt like a huge breakthrough for me.

It’s been a long journey from the girl who would never share a photo of her body on social media to this one today. It’s taken a lot of looking at the dark, shadow-y bits of myself, sitting with seriously uncomfortable emotions, and an incredible amount of support from women who have loved me for all that I am and all that I came from.⠀

And, as a result, I find myself adorning her like a work of art and absolutely loving what I see when I look in the mirror. It hasn’t taken a dramatic weight loss, sudden and massive clearing of my skin, or miracle cleanse to get me to this point. It’s truly taken the sisterhood of incredible women.⠀

What I realized is I am a bold color, many-patterned, sometimes subtle, sometimes outrageous, vibrant being. When I close my eyes and envision my higher self standing proudly in her wisest, empowered self…she is a walking work of art. Everything she wears is thoughtfully curated, handcrafted by artisans or herself, and a full reflection of her values in the world. She is stunning.

So these days, when I think about dressing for success, I call it sacred adornment – decorating my temple body with beautiful things that make me feel amazing. Wearing colors, textures, shapes, and accessories that brighten me up and don’t have me shrinking behind them. It’s a form of self-expression that has the ability to change the way I feel about myself in a matter of minutes.


Lessons from a Year of Going Deep

I walked on fire and emerged as the warrior of truth

Two days after the election, in a fog of sadness and confusion, I found myself packing my bags and heading south with Tim to do Tony Robbins’ Unleash the Power Within seminar.

It was 4 very long days inside a freezing ass stadium, taking a deep and honest look at myself – my values, my beliefs, and what kind of legacy I want to leave in this world. I barely had a chance to check internet land so I really got to dive deep and ask myself who I really was and what am I going to do to make a positive impact in this world.

I’m so grateful for the timing of things, because I wasn’t totally sure how I felt yet about how to proceed with the state of the world. I was pressuring myself to bounce back quickly and write something inspirational and compelling to all of you about moving forward and being the change. But the truth was I was processing a lot of grief and sadness, was feeling super sensitive to everything I was seeing on social media, and felt like I had lost my inner compass.

And then…at 1 in the morning on Friday…I walked on fire.

And I felt myself ROAR.

It only got stronger and stronger as the weekend went on.

Then, on the 3rd day of the seminar around hour 10 of a 14 hour day, fists clenched I was screaming at the top of my lungs over and over the following…

Now I am the Voice.

I will lead, not follow.

I will believe, not doubt.

I will create, not destroy.

I am a Force for Good.

I am a Leader.

Step Up!

I was pounding my chest, roaring like a lion, and snarling in total certainty that I am here for progress. I am here to fight for what is right – for humanity, animals, mother earth, and the future I envision so clearly in my dreams.

It’s not easy, it’s not comfortable, and it certainly isn’t going to be a path lined with consensus. But I am here to do my part.


Lessons from a Year of Going Deep

I embraced winter hibernation.

I’m sure I’m not the only one who felt completely bowled over by the end of this year. I was exhausted down to my bones and hibernation was calling my name.

In years past, I would talk about the concept of winter’s rest but could never fully allow myself to slow my pace down to a pitter patter. It was more like a quick rest period before breathlessly diving back into the ring.

But after my biggest launch of the year (which lasted 4 weeks longer than I had anticipated), I was ready to rest and dive deep into self-care.

So I cancelled plans, slept in, made a lot of bone broth, soup, and herbal teas. I paused writing, paused recording our podcast, went to yoga, on walks, sat in silence, read witchy fiction books, watched Netflix (loved The Crown!), cleaned and organized my sacred home space, and painted watercolor.

I’m actually still in this hibernation state as I write this post (under cozy blankets with tea by my side). It’s been a beautiful reminder that self-care is my fuel and has powerful ripple effects in this world.

Lessons from a Year of Going Deep

As we move into 2017, I wanted to take a moment to say thank you for being part of my creative, dabbling community.

If you emailed me this year to introduce yourself, to share a story, or to ask a question… if you left a supportive comment on Instagram… if you are a part of The Dabblist Collective… if you participated in the Awaken Your Creativity Challenge…if you joined me on one of my virtual women’s gatherings…thank you from the bottom of my heart!

Even if we’ve never met in “real life” before, please know that I see you, I appreciate you, and I don’t take your presence for granted. I’m so grateful for you.

Love, Becca

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Lessons from a Year of Going Deep in 2016.


I want to introduce you to one of my very good friends, Briana Borten.

Briana is one of those people who really shows up in life. She believes in speaking truth and embodying what she believes in (like…for real). Our conversations are deep and real and inspiring and joyful all at the same time.

In addition to being a mama to 2 girls, Briana is the owner of an award-winning spa, apothecary line and creator of The Rituals for Living Dreambook.

You’d think, with that type of description, that Briana is one of those superwomen you read about online or in magazines and cast off as superhuman – not like you or me who struggles with the daily demands of life and can’t possibly dream of living a life “in balance”.

…I wouldn’t be too sure about that.

Having gotten close with Briana, I can tell you that she struggles with the same things you and I do. She just has a really amazing perspective on it that I’d love to share with you.

Last week, I hopped on skype with Briana to talk about some things that are on my mind this time of year.

Here’s some of what we cover in our 30 min chat:

  • How to honor your natural state, particularly as we’re entering a season of dormancy
  • Viewing balance from the perspective of nature and asking ourselves what balance looks like to us, rather than what we think it should look like
  • The Chinese concept of jing and how to think of managing your energy in a more holistic way
  • The role of comparison in your life and how to call in fierce mama bear energy to protect yourself from it
  • How dabbling can bring up the urge to quit, and what to do when it gets uncomfortable
  • Her creative practices and approach to creativity as a busy mom and entrepreneur

So make yourself a cup of tea, grab a cozy blanket, and press play to listen to our conversation.


Brian and her sweet + brilliant husband, Peter, recently published their book, The Well Life: How to Use Structure, Sweetness, and Space to Create Balance, Happiness, and Peace (You can grab it here) and it’s so so good – especially during this time of year when we’re in a period of deep reflection.

Getting candid about the concept of balance

In this book, Briana and Peter show you how to gain perspective and take back control of your life, plain and simple. With a focus on balance, it’s a beautiful guide to living life fully, simply and successfully.

You’ll learn how to transform yourself and your life through healthy Structure, Sweetness and Space.

  • Structure will allow you to manage your life and achieve your goals without feeling overwhelmed
  • Sweetness will feed your body, mind and soul
  • Space will give you inspiration, peace and the ability to connect and grow

By balancing these elements, you will be able to let go of the stress and tension that gets in the way of being happy, authentic and fully present—living The Well Life.

Grab your copy of The Well Life right here.

Have any insights from our conversation? I’d love to read them. Leave them in the comments below!

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Click through to listen to my conversation with author Briana Borten about balance in the face of chaos.

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