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13 series & films to inspire the HER WAY woman inside you

13 series & films to inspire the HER WAY woman inside you

  I find art, films and pop culture incredible at lighting the fire of my own desires within me. And what an indulgent way to motivate us to create change through our own inner compass and the work that we do in the world. If you are thinking about joining me for HER WAY, here in chronological order from the most recent all the way to the '40s, 13 series & films to inspire the HER WAY woman inside you   1. Self Made (2020), Madam C.J. Walker Equal parts an entertaining account of the first woman millionaire, and a sharp critique of the margins along which Black people endure in a long history of systemic racism and gender-based oppression. The first to be born free of her six siblings, Walker, born Sarah Breedlove, withstood the blows of familial betrayal and rancour competition to revolutionize Black haircare. Walker’s story is one of devotion, shifty ingenuity and absolute mettle against the backdrop of post-slavery racial and gender oppression. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yYDJvnDfB2w   2. Girlboss (2017), Sophia Amoruso Inspired by Sophia Amoruso's best-selling book, this series follows the rise of Amoruso's multi-million dollar fashion empire, Nasty Gal. Britt Robertson plays the...

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HER WAY — The Women’s Business Training — November 2021

HER WAY — The Women’s Business Training — November 2021

Designed for the woman who wants to share her message and change the world.   Since the beginning of time, women have come together and redefined the landscape of life through their inner feminine wisdom like a force of nature. They did it through storytelling, collaboration, and community, with grace and ease.   Today, we return to this purpose, again. We create businesses as a vehicle for our message… in a new way.   I spent years — 8 years to be precise — unlearning the rigid ways I’d been told would be the only way I could be successful. Being a woman, with a fluid, soft and cyclical way, bringing forth a way of business that is feminine, graceful, and true to my nature, means that I am often faced with a battle of old paradigms.   I had to risk the unknown and experiment with new ways of holding and running a business. I had to define my own meaning of success. I had to walk between fear of desolation and faith in my beliefs that business could be done differently. I am still learning, and I have come so far, designing this business as an extension of myself in a new way. Her way.   I know this is an enormous challenge for so many women.   We are in a time of great change and...

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not on your timeline

not on your timeline

  It's Sunday as I stand on a London Overground train between Hackney and Dalston, sardined by the most people than I have been in two years, my nose safely tucked into my own armpit to escape the humid wet-dog smell emanating in the carriage. I smile to myself about both being in such intimate proximity of other humans and the fact that, if things had gone to plan, I would have at that moment, been 1,222 kilometres south racing through France and into Spain in Punto-baby on a 24-hour visa.   But "not on your timeline," the universe said.   At the start of September, I do something out of character. I sit down and plan my trip to Mallorca. I write down dates and book ferries and hotels and mentally start packing my things. This is kind of fun, I think, I get why some people love planning. And that's it. I feel ready.   A few days later I receive a call from the lady whose flat I'm subletting. She tells me she is going to come to Brighton for 10 days to organise and pack some of her things, clean the flat, and handle the handover to a friend of mine that I've arranged to take over the sublet. Great! I say. Where are you going to stay? I am shocked and outraged as she tells me that she expects...

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where the extraordinary can happen

where the extraordinary can happen

  There are times in life where extraordinary things happen in an ordinary way and all the pieces of your life fall apart and then rearrange themselves like a cosmic puzzle piecing itself into place. The past week has been one of those times. I don't have answers but I'm trusting the path my heart is being pulled, the kismet tug I've lived my entire life by.   It's been 18 months since that pull brought me to Brighton, but it feels like a lifetime has passed here, living through the most unfamiliar oscillation of our current existence. These 18 months have had me see the world through new eyes. And fall in love with it in an entirely new way.   On one of the first sunny days in late June, sitting on the beach with a group of girlfriends, I turned to them and say "I have some news... I'm leaving Brighton at the end of September." Sad faces and well-wishings came with the question "Where are you going?" "I don't know yet... I have friends in France and Greece and Spain and Portugal I want to visit. I think if I go see them the answer will come. Somewhere sunnier and warmer". Mallorca, an island I've never been to, kept tugging at my sleeve.   13 sunny days in the past 3 months is the...

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my summer 2021 ‘best of’ reading list

my summer 2021 ‘best of’ reading list

  In Spring I promised myself: less technology, more books. I love reading, I can inhale words like a hungry caterpillar and delightedly find myself on adventures conjured up by creative minds with glee. So I cancelled my Netflix membership and browsed my rolling list of book recommendations to indulge myself with a Book Depository book-buying spree. Et voila: here's my summer 2021 'best of' reading list:   Circe Give me a daughter of Poseidon, one of the most beautiful nymphs in the sea, turn her into a witch on a deserted island and have her make love with the hottest of Greek Gods and turn men into pigs and you have got my heart. I feel such an affinity with this story, and beyond that, the emphatically magical storytelling of Madeleine Miller. I ended up thinking in her poetic prose for days after the book ended and I just wanted more. One of my intentions of this summer of reading was to find writers who really know how to use words to evoke depth and emotion so I may learn from them and anything Madeleine Miller delivers.   The Song of Achilles So much so I also read this one by her which is equally as mesmerising and fascinating because in this retold story Achilles is gay (and not a rapist...

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my daily 5-step routine for youth, beauty, spirit & mental health

my daily 5-step routine for youth, beauty, spirit & mental health

  Turning 40 plus being in a near-constant state of crisis the past 18 months means that my self-care rituals and routines have reached level 100. I always wished I had this kind of commitment and consistency to my self-care and if that's the only gift 2020 and 2021 have given me, then I am grateful.   Here is my (almost) daily 5-step routine for youth, beauty, spirit & mental health. On a 'perfect' day in this order, on an 'imperfect' day in a scrabbled version of this from morning to evening.   I am a morning person as long as I don't have to speak to anyone before 10 am. As in, I love mornings... slow, quiet, and alone. I know this is a luxury that many don't have, so if this self-care routine seems inaccessible, take what you can and leave the rest. Don't worry, I am enjoying it singularly on your behalf.   1. Check In I only know I'm awake because my body starts stretching its limbs out. As soon as I do Danger comes for a morning kiss and cuddle while I wrestle him out of the way to reach for my Daysy and take my temperature. I could really just track my cycle using my cervical fluid and moods/body symptoms but after 4 years it's an ingrained habit now. Then I close my eyes again,...

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my anima visited me…

my anima visited me…

  I've been 40 for 1 week, today. It's so strange, this counting lives lived by the number of spins we've spun around the sun. What if we counted, instead, maturity levels and wisdom and capacity to hold and heal the hard things and find love and joy in all the little things. Some people with 50 spins might get a rating of 15 and some with 17 spins might get a rating of 89.   The electricity in my seaside flat went out yesterday morning. Being a Sunday no one could come to fix it until midday today and so I spent 30 hours with my books and thoughts and watercolour paints and an evening writing by candlelight. I wish the electricity would go out more often. The quiet humdrum solitude gave me space for words: a new article, 3 poems, and some deeply insightful journaling came tumbling out of me bringing me a peace I had wished for because words from under pens and tip-tapping fingertips are the only balms that reach me under my skin.   My guiding anima visited me at 4 am this morning. She only comes every so often when I have things I need to know and hear, often after I have beseeched her for guidance in my waking life. Knowing that at 4 am I will listen without retort pinned down by the heaviness of...

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this is 40…

this is 40…

  There are two white hairs in my left eyebrow, eyebrows that I now get tinted every now and then to hide those white hairs. There are a couple of white hairs on my head and in my pubes but I don't mind those much. It's the two in that eyebrow that bother me. There are two frown lines between my brows from frowning over fervent words, over broken hearts, over bright sunshine, over things that frighten me, my entire life. There are soft lines next to and under my eyes as well but I like those. They feel genuine and vulnerable and raw. But the ones from frowning too often annoy me.   These simple mementoes that the human body is transient, that everything dies one day, that the blossom and bloom of life are followed by dissolution. The physical aspects are just one tiny part, I am so much more than what I appear to be on the outside, but a reminder of the physical decay in physical life on a physical planet. I think about death often. I always have. My moon is in Scorpio, it's in my human operating system, and also death has accompanied me from a young age, a cherished reminder to live each day well, fully, wholly, because tomorrow may not come.   What frightens me more than death is grief. Life...

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finding HOME…

finding HOME…

  The truth is that, with all my Earthly wandering and wondering, my deepest longing is to find is a place I can call 'home'. The concept of having a home, feeling at home, and 'home' as a safe space has always been challenging for me. It's one of the wounds I have to unravel in this lifetime rooted in a childhood where 'home' was a place I wanted to continuously escape.    I’ve found 'home' within of myself. I feel so anchored and safe and supported as a human being in the world which makes it easy to flit around. My body is my first and primary home. And I've created many 'homes' for myself.   Slowly and slowly... my time in each place is extending as my nervous system is recalibrating into deep relaxation... and I am finding myself yearning and longing for a sense of having landed in a place that holds my body and trinkets and love.   More recently, two years in Mexico. And now 18 months in Brighton. It’s been sweet, this little home of mine. Safe, gentle, calm, easy. But the blood in my veins and the marrow in my bones is begging me to continue inquiring. This is not it. I hear the winds say.   At the close of September before the cold weather drapes us in its shrouded darkness again,...

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What was the hardest thing? & 10 other questions

What was the hardest thing? & 10 other questions

  I always knew I was going to create a life on my own terms. I also knew that to do so I had to be a little strange, outlandish, run against the current, have people disagree with me, and dislike me. I was ok with that. One of the greatest gifts that being parentless has given me is the freedom to command my life as my own. I have the privilege to create a life that I please out of my values, beliefs, and inner knowings fuelled by oodles of determination, stubbornness, and magnificent dreams.   It was inevitable that I would end up working for myself. I was a terrible employee: I would do that bare minimum; I felt utterly invested and dispassionate about my employer's goals and aims; I questioned the working hours because I knew I could get more results faster and resented having to drag them across a full working day. More than anything, I wanted space and time to actually enjoy my life. I've always been of the opinion that this sweet, short, wild ride on Earth is supposed to be a sensual, playful, joyful one. Served with a side of soul-growth.   But building a business, from the ground up, on a shoestring was no walk in the park. It required me to dig deep, face some of my biggest shadows, and...

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