$100,000+ intuitive hits.

Holding energetic relationships with our ideas.

Hello friends,

I wonder if you’d believe me if I told you that my intuition, gut feelings & the devotion to listening to the subtleties- guided me towards making hundreds of thousands of dollars…

With no plan, minimal (very minimal) business skills (Like so minimal that anyone in the entrepreneurial space wouldn’t know whether to laugh or cry or possibly empathetically sigh.) Just whispers, nudges, and an unwavering faith in the steps I’ve been told to take.

Would you believe me if I told you it all happened in wildly fulfilling, creative and fun ways?

Would you believe me if I told you, I happily moved away from it all, stepped into no personal income, mild confusion quarter life crisis, and sat in the silence of myself, because that was what the whisper guided me towards.

I trusted that, whatever I was moved to do - was only the natural next step along the river to my big life visions. That if I trusted - I’d inevitably be guided exactly where I was supposed to go.

Almost 7 years ago when I was deep in service with an idea that changed the course of my life.

In this article I share stories of different ideas, how I relate to them, listen to them, and allow them to guide me into nourishing my heart, and home.

Some of these were financially nourishing, some were here to nourish the spirit.

I write about quitting a job, with no backup, no savings, and making $31,000 almost overnight when I was 20 in a leap of faith and devotion to creativity.

I write about starting a business that was designed to create healing for the female lineage in my family and most specifically, my younger sister… and how that turned into a world wide community.

I write about how Tully and I trusting our guidance (alongside training and lived experience) - turned into hundreds of thousands of dollars AND the ability to be fully present postpartum with our first son Rafi.

I write about the lessons learned, and my personal process with all of this - and now as a mother maker.

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I’m in the middle of writing three essays at the moment.

I jump between them, based on which one whispers to me that day.

I like to work like that. Though more recently, we’ve been introducing a bit more structure and schedule to my ever wild and pulsating waves of creativity.

Structure - Needed. So needed. Something I resisted my entire life up until three or so weeks ago. But the whispers say “Now” is the time to become friends with my previous arch nemesis. Structure isn’t to mean rigid, or dry. It’s a holding container, for the beautiful ruggedness of the creative process, and has me feel safer exploring those edges… knowing I wont get lost (because of course, I’m needed elsewhere, Insert; *children* *Husband* *Community* *Home* *Other*)

Little whisper, I hear you.

and

I’m devoted to you.

In hindsight, I look back at my life - Especially my working life, I can see clearly that most of those decisions and choices were guided by this creative whisper. The faith that my creative visions and career were guiding me long before said career had even begun.

I’ve spoken before around philosophies of time merging, and how the elder version of me, the wise woman, often reaches back in time and guides me… Just like the mother in me now, reaches through time and reparents and guides the childhood version of me. We often assume the present is what creates our future… though, I wonder how much of our current reality is actually guided by what’s already happened… years from now.

(If you like where that was going, feel free to pop over and read "The Spiral of You" a semi psychedelic exploration of non linear time and self, then come back. )

I feel as though the “elder” version of my creative self is using her wrinkled hands to pull springs and guide me in or out of experiences.

She works in co-creation with my creative essence and the energy of the ideas that come to me to be birthed into this world.

In hindsight, I see that I was always very attuned to this type of guidance.

Though, who knows, maybe this is all super fluffy and instead of being guided by something “bigger than myself” I just fucked off the rules and did what I pleased and it just worked out when in many cases it technically shouldn’t have. OR maybe magic is real, Ideas do exist beyond ourselves, and we CAN learn to cowork on our bigger visions.

Third option, Perhaps it doesn’t matter if it’s real or not, it’s more to do with our relationship with it - and how that relationship free’s up our bodies, nervous systems and creative intelligence. How whatever perception we hold - we choose, based on how it makes us feel and if it is helpful to our spirit or not.

The first time I learned that we could be in relationship with our ideas, I was 20.