10/26/2025
My deepest knowing arises not from thought or intellect—those high temples we’re taught to bow to—but from my body, an earthly temple, the place or the vessel I experience life through. And from my heart, not as a biological instrument but as a soft, steady inner expanse, one that I remember who I am in. And there, in that remembering, love waits. Gratitude flows. Bliss hums quietly. Always there.
I don’t know what your life is meant to be about.
Mine? It’s about resting in and expanding goodness. That’s the truest path I know.
I believe we’re here to help each other embody more of that goodness. And to allow each soul its own unfolding, whether winding, straight, or jagged.
We are all healing. We are all seeking. So choose companions who not only walk with you but lovingly challenge you in the ways you most need.
Let’s stop repeating any Groundhog Days.
Women especially; we’ve been conditioned to be the caregivers, the emotional lifeboats, the ones who hold it all. Often at our own expense. I remind the women I work with to bring the lens of love back home, consciously and deeply to themselves.
It can be a radical act to say: It’s all about me. Unabashedly.
You don’t have to do more. Be more. Earn more. Reach some imaginary “worthy” quota. Your love and care is most sacred when it begins with you.
This is the essence of my chapter in the collaborative book Joy Unleashed, coming this December, titled: It’s (Finally) All About Me.
So I ask you, dear reader, what would it look like—really look like—to live from that place? To nourish, nurture, and protect your own sacred being, first?
To put on your oxygen mask with reverence.
To touch yourself with the hands of love.
To make yourself the radiant main character of your own life.
To draw from the deep wellspring of goodness that has always lived within you.
Let this be your reminder.
I am taking booking for my personalised one on one women’s retreats for early 2026 now! Reach out to me.
With love, and blessings Lulu
