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Gemma Stone

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11/20/2025

(written/shared with permission)

My client said, “I thought millions in the bank would finally make me feel secure.”

She carried around the belief that if she just earned enough, she’d never have to feel the insecurity she did when she was a kid growing up.

No longer the embarrassed and hungry little girl without a lunch.

No longer the shake-y kid who waited for her Dad to come home and he never did.

No longer the child who started a side-hustle to help her mama pay the bills.

But, that’s not really how it works, is it?
At least, it didn’t work for her.

A house on the hill.
A car that made heads turn.
Millions in the bank (and a bonus one on the beach).

She thought, “if I just climb the mountain of success, then I’ll be free.”

Her little-self thought, “if I am valuable, maybe he’ll choose me, maybe he’ll stay.”

He didn’t.
Not then.
Not now.

Money didn’t save her from the wound.
Material possessions didn’t fill the hungry void.

We can’t buy inner alignment.

She lived the pattern, again and again.

In every deal.
Every relationship.
When she looked in the mirror.

Until, she got it.
We repeat what we don’t repair.

Layers millions (of cash/lovers/followers/accomplishments/accolades) on a core wound is just an extra-fancy bandaid covering a festering infection.

The wound revels the cure, if we are brave enough look.

photo credit: captured it

11/17/2025

When I learn from the
greatest creators of our time
(the writers, artist, innovators, makers)
I see them living full lives,
experiencing a range of emotions,
overcoming difficulties,
encountering the unknown,
surprising themselves.

Learning new things,
tasting new foods,
exploring new ideas,
embodying new experiences,
enjoying new conversations,
laying eyes on new lands …

it’s all a prerequisite to evolution.

This is why I run
transformational travel experiences.

It’s about what becomes
possible when we step
outside the familiar.

It’s for the awakening
that shows up when we
get to see ourselves in new ways.

It’s for the expansion
that occurs when we get
to experience life from
a bigger perspective.

Part of my responsibility as a
creator/teacher/mentor/coach/writer/problem solver is to create experiences
that broaden my perspective,
that forge new neural connections.

Putting myself in
physically challenging situations.

Taking a risk when
I can’t guarantee the outcome.

Listening to the call of my soul.
Doing things that scare me.
Traveling to new lands.
Learning new skills.

When I expand my capacity,
when I meet my own edges.
I can help others do the same.

11/16/2025

There’s a love language we don’t talk a lot about.
The act of someone choosing to work on themselves.

Not just for their own sake (this IS essential), but for the well-being of the relationship.

After working with couple’s for a few decades,
there’s a “pink flag” declaration,
that always gives me pause.

“That’s just who I am.”

These words are dropped with the expectation
that the other person accepts
the patterns and perceptions,
triggers and traumas as unchangable.

I always question it.

Is it just who you are,
or is it how you learned to secure love?

Is it who you are,
or are you projecting your trauma onto your partner?

Is it who you are,
or is it a habit you never questioned?

Is it who you are,
or is it the only way you knew to keep the peace?

Is it who you are,
or is it a younger you still running the show?

Is it who you are,
or is it what you watched the adults around you do?

Is it who you are,
or is it a fear you’ve been calling “intuition”?

Is it who you are,
or is it a pattern that doesn’t fit your life anymore?

Real love.
Deep love.
Mature love.

It doesn’t say “that’s just who I am”.

Instead, it ...
.. recognizes wounds. .. unpacks patterns. .. takes responsibility.

It has the courage to notice
when old habits threaten new happiness,
the wisdom to see that outdated attachment styles
aren’t necessary anymore,
the clarity to catch fear masquerading as protection, and the strength to stay open even when the past says “shut down”.

It chooses to do the work to grow.

The hardest healing I ever did,
was to be ready for a love like this.

We don’t have to tolerate
the parts of us that hurt
ourselves or the people we love.

Love is about grand gestures
and sweet words,
but it’s also about evolution.

It’s about looking the parts
that limit our love and saying,
“I want to be better for me, for you, for us.”

This is the kind of love
builds trust, fuels passion,
and deepens devotion.

Perhaps the love language
that lasts the longest,
is the courage do to the work to let love grow.

11/14/2025

While I was in Egypt, I read some news back home.
I hadn’t done that for a while.

It struck me.
The world-weariness.

It’s a kind of soul-ache.

Can you feel it in the bones of the world?

Folks feeling stretched-thin.
Eyes glazed.
Hearts deflated.
Spirits scrambling to keep up.

Maybe it’s the religion
of our time: overwhelm.

And who could blame us?
There’s much to mourn,
to rage against,
to divide us.

Some days it feels like
the whole system is crumbling.

But, I refuse to grow
too numb to taste
the pleasure that are still here,
too tired to fight
for what I love.

Because joy
is a form of rebellion too.

To dance in the darkness
and turn my face toward
the light of the moon.

We can slay
the weight of the world
with our love.

I just know it.

And maybe, just maybe,
that’s how we save our souls.

One dance party on the Nile after breathing life into our lungs.

One shared meal of crepes drizzled in molasses and sprinkled with pomegranate, with a side of laughter.

One heart-breaking-open story shared between a father and son as we take another swoop around the loop.

One moment of pure loving presence where trauma melts into transformation.

That’s all we can really do, isn’t it?
To choose the next act of love.

And the next.
And the next.

Next.
Next.
Next.

11/12/2025

The greatest gift I’ve learned to give myself,
is to listen when my life speaks.

It’s the work of a lifetime, really.

To loosen the grip of fear.
To step into the mystery.

To peel pack the conditioning.
To drop into the heart’s calling.

To quiet the choir of demands, rules, and shoulds.
To turn up the volume on the soul’s knowing.

To remember, just because I can,
doesn’t mean I should.

It took a lot of courage,
to surrender the stories that once kept me safe,
and then kept me stuck.

Lately, life has been nudging me again.

Through cracked-open moments
of exhaustion I invited.

I wanted to melt.
To soften the edges of my ego.

To feel past the noise,
to hear beyond the opinions,
to see past the expectations,
to know what’s sacred.

Every time I get still enough,
I sense how something beautiful is
trying to reach me.

When I’m ready to listen,
to truly hear it.

The voice that knows.
Is it mine or the divine?

I can’t tell yet.

But I know, I know, I know.
It’s the way.

So, Love.
I invite you to sit with me.

In the warmth of the sun
or the holy dark
(wherever you happen to find yourself)
and listen to your life speak.

11/10/2025

Travel has always been
a source of transformation for me.

When I leave behind the familiar,
it’s easier to explore the unknown.

Breaking from the everyday routines
and responsibilities allows me to
reconnect to what matters most.

Transformational travel
takes things step deeper
than typical travel.

It’s an external catalyst
for an internal shift.

A transformational travel experience
is designed to change you,
and your life,
for the good.

Like typical travel,
it’s about experiencing new things,
exploring new lands,
and meeting new people.

But, it’s also about
the time and space to seek,
heal, grow, experience, learn, and evolve.

When there are multiple moments
with the unfamiliar
and unexpected
we can connect with
ourselves in surprising ways.

11/09/2025

Rose oil and river water from the Nile
sunsets that smell dust.

Eyes that shine,
from souls ablaze.

No matter where my feet
have carried me
or what my mind conjured up
during the day,
this is the place where
it all slips away and
the words that matter
float to the surface.

Tonight, it’s all about
the secret dreams
that came true
and remembering
when there was a
lot less magic in my life.

My big Sun
(who is so very proud of everything he knows)
says ‘mama, there is no magic,
there is a simple explanation for everything.’

The explanation for
the magic in my life
may be simple,
but it’s not always easy.

It is this …

… once I felt into the life I loved,
believed the truth of my soul,
and heard the whispers of my heart …
I had to become it.

The cost of becoming
was great.

Life on the other side
is even greater.

11/08/2025

Don’t wait to rise.

In my life,
I’ve walked through
a lot of healing,
and more than a few evolutions.

Professionally, I’ve helped
a few thousand others
do the same.

Healing is messy.
Evolution isn’t linear.

Sometimes it’s darkness:
“Why do I feel so lost?”

Sometimes it’s confusion:
“Why did this happen?”

Sometimes it’s irritation:
“Why did this happen again?”

Sometimes it’s uncertainty:
“Why don’t I know what to do

Sometimes it’s pain:
“Why does this have to hurt so damn much?”

But no matter what
your healing looks like,
no matter what uncertainty
your evolution invites you into,
keep going.

There’s a new you
and a new life
trying to be born.

Birth is rarely effortless.

The person you’re about to meet,
and the world you’re about to experience,
is worth every contraction.

11/05/2025

I’m itching today,
like I forgot to put an undershirt
beneath a
wool sweater.

Like a horse
pacing
before the skies
get dark and stormy.

Like an earthworm
preparing
for a disturbance
in the soil.

I can feel
the vibration
of something
coming.

11/03/2025

It shows up in strange places,
the future.

It’s communicated
in whispers and winks.

In the way my chest tightens
when something matters.

In the pull toward a place
I’ve never been to
but somehow remember.

It’s not always polite.
It doesn’t knock,
sometimes,
it kicks the damn door open.

It rearranges my well laid plans,
drags me towards the life I didn’t ask for,
but always wanted,
even when I pretended I didn’t.

And, so I meet the mess.

The late-night flights.
The early morning bells.
The heat and the hope
and the holy longing.

Along with the people
who remind me how
good it is to be alive.

It all cooks something
wild inside me.

It’s the expansion
into something unfamiliar
that ruins me for the ordinary.

Is it that way for you too?

Coming before you are ready,
before you have the confidence to step in,
before you have the consciousness
to see its unfolding?

The future.
Is now.

11/03/2025

She’s not the kind of teacher
who hands me answers.

She gives a shovel,
and tells me: ‘dig.’

The healer lives within,
after all.

When I hit the bones of myself,
she smiles,
not unkindly,
and says,
‘keep going,
until you hit the soul’.

Light, dark, no different
she says.

And, I know
it is true.

They are dance partners,
equal but different,
in the transformation
they hold.

Being human isn’t about
being perfect and pure,
she tells me.

It’s about becoming whole,
keeping life sacred,
and adding as much love
to life as as we can
while we are here.

She had a way of seeing
into the core of me,
with her piercing blue eyes.

The kind of being seen,
that is profoundly comfortable
and wildly uncomfortable,
at the same time.

It’s as though she sees every
lifetime, I’ve ever lived and
the life that’s still to come.

She meets my shadows with
ceremony,
my grief with gravity,
my love with levity.

Once I thought
wisdom lived in books.
But, she taught me
it’s buried in the breath.

A grandmother of wolves,
she teaches me
how to howl my truth,
back to the stars.

11/02/2025

Travel teaches what no book can.

Not the kind of knowledge
you can underline or quote.

It lives in my body.
In the pulse of the streets as the sun sets.
In the smell of sacredness and sand.

In the way people pause before they eat,
or don’t pause at all.

I can study a culture.
Learn the history.
Explore the maps.
Practice the language.

But until I’ve felt the steam rise from a tiny kitchen in Nepal,
hands shaping momos with devotion.
Or tasted mango in Bali,
sun-warm juice running down my wrist.
Or stood before the Sphinx in Egypt,
sand swirling around my feet as I remember,
who I’ve always been.
I’m only ever skimming the surface.

The real knowing happens when I am there
living in the unknown,
standing in the fire,
feeling a little lost,
and something in me softens.

Surrenders.

I stop trying to understand,
and start to belong, just for a moment,
to the rhythm of somewhere that isn’t mine,
to the reminder of just how much life,
there is to Love.

That’s when travel stops being information
and starts becoming transformation. 🌀

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