How do you refill your well on the days you're running on empty? The days when you’re just Over It: work, relationships, your to-do list, and the energy it can take to nourish a human body.
Today I'm trying something new - I'm sharing a story that I've never shared before...and it's a story that's inspired my life experience and work over the last decade. Sharing this story with you is inspired by a workshop I attended this past weekend called You Are A Conduit of God: Speaking from Spirit led by one of my mentors, Alisha Das.
Have you ever looked back on your life and wondered: what if I turned right instead of left?
What if I stayed? What if I said this, instead of that?
What if … what if … what if?
This past month, I’ve conducted an experiment with fully trusting God as my provider.
Over the last few years, I’ve sat around many sharing circles with friends, in retreats, and 1:1 sessions with my mentors, proclaiming how I want to come out of hiding.
Sweet Dreams: Sleep As Prayer begins Monday, March 11th!
Did you know that so much happens on a soul level while you are sleeping? Every evening we are given an opportunity to deepen our relationship with Spirit, to offer our sleep as prayer. This has been my practice for nearly a decade, and today I'm honored to share a personal story and an offering with you about this.
A few months ago, I wrote to you about taking a leap of faith to follow my lifelong dream to live in London. I sold my car, packed all my things into a storage space, and left Los Angeles with immense relief and no intention to live here again. I didn’t know what would unfold. I just knew I wanted to give it my all, so that I can continue the rest of my life without wondering what if?
I have a gift for you today, but first ... a story:
I've dreamed of living in London since I was 9 years old and first saw The Parent Trap (I wish I had a cooler story, but … this is the truth!) Something awakened in my young body yet ancient heart when I saw Hallie Parker riding in the back of an English car with the windows down while the song “There She Goes” played. At night before bed, I imagined myself walking up to a London home that looked like hers. At school, I told my 4th grade teacher every day about London and how I was going to move there… so much so that on the last day, he said, “Send me a postcard when you get to London!”
Have you ever moved on from a person or place and looked back on it with a completely different perspective?
When I first got *serious* about my personal growth path, I made several lifestyle shifts in a short period of time, ending a relationship, quitting my job, and moving across the country to get my Master’s degree in Spiritual Psychology. I spent less time with the friends I laughed, danced, and partied with late into New York City nights and more time with California friends who spent most of their time meditating.
I used to rely on the outside world to validate my relationship to angels.
If I saw a sign, recurring numbers, or a feather, that was proof my angels were near.
A serendipitous song on the radio, a chance call from a friend, a miraculous run-in with a stranger, and suddenly I felt seen by heaven.
Last Friday, the world experienced its longest lunar eclipse of this century.
Did you feel it? Have you noticed anything change since?
I spent the eclipse in the ocean off the coast of Kauai...not near the ocean, but in it! I didn’t plan this, but I woke up the morning of the eclipse and felt pulled, called, drawn to the ocean. It felt like an invitation that my Soul had already RSVP’d yes to, but my human self didn’t get the memo until that morning.
“I don’t know what to do,” said a client I'll call Sarah, visibly worn down by what she was about to share.
“I’ve lived in a guesthouse nearby for over 2 years. I love where I live. The location is prime. The best. I have a little yard filled with plants, and I don’t want to leave, but I don’t know what to do. Rats live in the walls, and my landlord, who lives in the bigger house on the property, won’t do a thing about it. The rats keep me up at night. I can’t keep living like this. I don’t want to hurt them, and I don’t want to move.”
Two weeks ago, I celebrated one of my favorite days of the year: Beltane!
Beltane is a Celtic holiday that honors the midway point between the Spring Equinox and Summer Solstice. It’s a celebration of fertility, lovers, and the Beloved, traditionally enjoyed around a bonfire where people from all over the village literally communed together in love.
I’m currently on day 8 of a month-long food elimination cleanse.
With no sugar, chocolate, fruit, nuts, grains, dairy, and caffeine, this past week has been a ride to say the least. While I’ve felt deeply nourished by slowing down and taking life one moment at a time, I’ve also experienced moments of immense agitation and frustration. By giving these feelings an outlet through release writing, body movement, and making sound - literally giving my feelings a voice - I’ve learned so much about what’s true for me right now.
When I was in high school, my mom had a spiritual awakening inspired by a breast cancer diagnosis she has since healed from. At the time, I was perpetually stressed out. It was just before end of the year finals, and instead of my mom's usual advice to study and do my best, she said to me, "You can give this to God. You don’t have to carry around the stress, the worry, or the fear, Madeline. Give it to God. God will take care of it for you."
We gathered in a circle, underneath a canopy of cotton sheets carefully crafted to filter the scorching sun. It was late September 2016 in the heart of Topanga Canyon, and in spite of the dreamy landscape, I felt confused.
When it comes to communicating with the Divine, there’s no right or wrong way. Your spiritual practice is sacred, and I’m not here to tell you how to do it.
I am here, however, to lovingly encourage you to communicate, to ask, to explore your relationship to the wisdom within in a way that resonates with you.
From above, we saw there was something on the altar.
What was it?
We descended the steps to the womb of the Lady Chapel in Glastonbury Abbey, and as we approached the altar of Magdalene…we saw it.
I’ve never liked ghost stories, and ever since I can remember, I’ve avoided the dark. Throughout childhood and adolescence, I avoided haunted houses, scary movies, and my friends’ Ouija board fascinations. It wasn’t worth the tormenting thoughts and feelings I’d have for the next few weeks, imagining the worst that could happen while trying to fall asleep!