A big permission slip to show up, just as you are:
Permission to be imperfect
Permission to fuck urgency, and go slow
Permission to release binary thinking
Permission to cackle, long and loud
Permission to complain
Permission to create for creativity’s sake
Permission to reject perfectionism, hyper-indendependence, and the need to know it all
Permission to gather just to enjoy each other’s company
Permission to connect
Permission to be messy and color outside the lines
Permission to leave something unfinished
Permission to break the rules and go rouge
Permission to hang back and quietly count your stitches while the conversation flows around you like a warm embrace
Permission to rip it up and start again
Or not
Once a month Join from the comfort of your own space, and be received, without shame or agenda, without expectation without the productivity grind
And maybe plant the seeds of something bigger
Of course you can do it alone But you don’t have to
Come sit in the circle
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Hello!
I’m Janine. My pronouns are she/her.
I am an anti-capitalist crone, post-trauma growth coach, and consensual copywriter.
I strive daily to identify and unlearn the voices of white heteronormative patriarchy that are insidiously planted in our brains from an early age – voices that, without critical inquiry, we often confuse as our own.
I dream of a return to the Commons and a world where all living beings have equal access to the necessities of life, including laughter, rest, creativity, and joy.
Even though I didn’t always have the words, this dream has been the undercurrent of all of my pursuits from an early age.
I attended a funeral service recently where the cause of death was described as ‘cognitive heart failure’.
The speaker hesitated on the words and (admirably in my culturally-conditioned perfectionist opinion) moved on.
My OCD brain tucked it away for chewing on after the service. Its first task to remember what the correct word could be.
True to nature of course, my brain woke me up in the middle of the night to tend to unfinished business. What did he mean by “cognitive heart’?
You’ve probably already surmised that the intended word was “congestive.” In fact, had I typed it instead of tucking it away for my brain to chew on later, autocorrect might have saved me some sleep.
As it was, I woke in the wee hours of the morning to muse about a cognitive heart.
The cognitive heart – it’s really a lovely concept, don’t you think?
I believe we all have one.
It’s the part of us that knows without words, without ‘executive function’, that knows from a primal and somatic place.
Our cognitive hearts may speak to us as a niggling that we just can’t put our finger on. Something we just can’t put words to. A niggling that tucks a misspoken word in a eulogy away for future reference.
Could it be that my cognitive heart was awakened when my brain was honestly a little fidgety and distracted in the discomfort of having to sit still and quiet in an uncomfortable chair at a funeral for someone I didn’t know?
We tend to think of cognition as an activity centered in the brain. But in fact Oxford Languages defines “cognition’ as the mental action or process of acquiring knowledge and understanding through thought, experience, and the senses.
Thought, experience, AND the senses….
Tying in Somatics
This definition is helpful to me in describing something that is often difficult to describe: the concept of somatics and somatic practices,
Here’s my take:
Our cellular DNA holds the map and history of generations that have gone before. We are composed of the same elements as the earth, sea, and sky. Every experience we have lived is imprinted on our cells.
Somatics is the practice of connecting to the wisdom and resources of the body. It is the practice of listening and learning. It allows us to move towards more authentic and aligned action.
It’s not exclusively about intellectual thought and executive function – though of course the brain is part of the entire ecosystem of the body.
Somatic practices can be valuable in creating a coherent and integrated nervous system, allowing us to act in a more authentic, aligned, and peaceful way.
It isn’t so much about avoiding ‘negative’ emotions or experiences. It’s more about creating the conditions for navigating a full spectrum of emotions and experiences from an expanded range of capacity, without dissociating or checking out.
Our organs, our cells, our limbs, our senses, have as much to offer in the way of wisdom as the brain. They are equals in an integrated somatic system.
I lean into the work and wisdom of Prentis Hemphill in exploring somatics and somatic practices. I am currently listening to their audiobook What It Takes To Heal and it feels like floating in a warm tub.
When my personal coach introduced somatic practices into our sessions, I noticed the change immediately without knowing intellectually what exactly had changed. I could feel healing happening, slowly, incrementally, potently, in a way that wasn’t accessible to me with more traditional talk therapy.
Somatics allowed me to connect to my body and its wisdom, in slow, doable steps that actually begins with remembering that I have a body that needs tending – that’s just how powerful my brain has become in managing my life. It tries to distract me from what’s going on below the neck as a means of protection, an overactive safety mechanism that I no longer need to survive. (Sorry brain, I love you but..)
At this stage, my body and my brain are in a tentative and new relationship of discovering interdependence and co-creation. I may be in my crone years, but this relationship is as new and exciting (and sometimes frightening) to me as I imagine it might be to a child.
It is reshaping my perspective and my relationships with myself, with others, and with my world.
(And, as an aside, it is reshaping my ideas about dusting off the Caucus of Crones to invite more participation, more vibrancy, more connection where connection is so desperately needed, but that is for another email. If you’re interested in knowing more before the next newsletter lands, drop me a note.)
What would life look like if we paid more attention to our cognitive hearts?
I’m curious to know what resonates with you, and invite your comments.
For now, I’m going back to the pool, back to the warm float, back to birds, to offer my brain a rest and cultivate a deeper relationship with my cognitive heart.
Sending you love from the unceded territory of the Algonquin Anishnaabe People on the banks of the Kitchi Zibi,
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Our best classroom is each other. We welcome members’ feedback to add offerings, make adjustments, and course-correct as required.
Self-Centred in the Kin Keepers’ Haven is a space for us to Unlearn Capitalism & Soothe Our Nervous Systems
Capitalism and all systems of oppression rely on our disconnection for their survival.
Connection is the antidote.
When we slow down and listen to our bodies, to nature, and to each other, we remember our enoughness; We remember our needs, and can ask for them to be met; We are able to sustainably give from an overflowing cup; to support each other, and thrive, So we can return to a place where every living being has equal access to abundance, joy, justice, and liberation.
Becoming Self-Centred is a powerful healing power move for all versions of us that have been decentred by systems of harm.
Becoming Self-Centred creates space for others to thrive, because your boundaries are dynamic and healthy and clear
Becoming Self-Centred is a lifelong process of learning & unlearning
Self-Centred in the Kin Keepers’ Haven is a space for us to unlearn capitalism and soothe our nervous systems.
Join Self-Centred in the Kin Keepers’ Haven to explore:
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Each monthly live call will include a check-in, a lesson, and an essential practice that you can integrate into your day.
Calls will be recorded and posted in the private space, so you can take your time.
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We begin Saturday March 2 with our first live call at 1:30 pm Eastern Time.
When you join today as a Founding Member, you will have access to the Kin Keepers’ Mighty Networks space to connect with other members and join live calls such as:
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From the Self-Centred Newsletter January 20, 2024 – what I’m reading, writing and wrestling with
Happy New Year to all those who celebrate.
Personally, my body prefers the Spring Equinox as a more natural new year.
Winter is for hibernating, resting, warm soups and slow yesses.
That’s all to say, I get to wish you Happy New Year again on Tuesday March 19 at 11:06 p.m. Eastern Standard Time. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Winter readies us for spring.
I like to think that I’m preparing the soil of my being for spring planting at the turn of the real new year.
As well as launching a business, but in a slow-yes kind of way that’s actually working. I can honestly say that cohosting and participating in this space is giving me joy.
So, even though the Gregorian calendar has rolled into a bigger number, and tax returns are a thing I should be thinking about, it’s still winter here at crone central, and while there’s shit to get done, I remain in a place of hibernation, trying to rest and replenish and integrate.
My dear friend and business partner, Trevia Woods, is very busy with her graduate studies in social work, and I am trying somewhat successfully to refrain from distracting her, so I thought I’d tell all of you about what’s been going on here. (Hi Trevia!)
So you get to hear about what I’m reading, what I’m writing, who I’m listening to (and who I’m not listening to)…
What I’m Reading:
I chose the wording with intention because I find that my attention span and focus for reading has diminished greatly over the years, likely due to an overdependence (I didn’t say addiction) to screens and devices.
So, I am in the middle of reading a lot of books. (Which sounds better than saying I can’t finish a book because I’m addicted to my devices. Indulge me.)
Here is a sampling of what I have on the go. The ones that are really lighting me up:
Demon Copperhead by Barbara Kingsolver: from one of my all time favourite authors (I’ve read and reread Prodigal Summer and will inevitably read it again, to the end even. Curiously, most of my friends list the Poisonwood Bible as their all time fav, but after three times trying (so far because I am no quitter, except when I am) I can’t remain engaged. I just read something about the plotline recently that made me think I should give it a go again. This book was a 2023 Christmas gift; yes, it’s been more than a year, but the story is so memorable and vivid I know I can pick it up again without having forgotten a thing. (The Lacuna is right up there too; I may add it back to my read-again list)
The Overstory by Richard Powers: this one is an epic piece of ecofiction, brilliantly written and constructed. I’m almost done, I’m in the place where you put the brakes on the reading because you don’t want it to end, but you really want to know how it ends, if it ends. One of the characters is based on my grrl crush, Diana Beresford Kroeger who you may have heard me rave about before and likely will again.
Which brings me to book number three: To Speak for the Trees: also an unfinished read. Diana’s story is amazing and magical and you should listen to her interview with Jane Fonda here.
Next up is the five volume series called Kinship: Belonging in a World of Relations (spoiler alert, they’re not all human relations) One of the editors is Robin Wall-Kimmerer, another grrl crush. I haven’t done more than unwrap the set and smell the pages, but I’m very excited about getting into it. I have listened to a couple of the Kinship Podcast episodes available on the website, and found them to be very compelling.
Speaking of podcasts, here’s what I’m listening to:
I honestly know nothing about Maria M, but I go where Jessica goes. Listening to her here has given me more hope for being able to remain engaged in the world and contribute to changing it for the better when all the horrible things happening activate the natural instinct to turn away.
Except that nothing will change if I turn away and I so desperately want the world to change.
What I heard Jessica Say was that, especially those of us who are empaths and sensitives need to increase our capacity to hold difficulty and grief and still remain functional in the world. That’s trauma healing.
And that makes a lot of sense to me. Give it a listen and let me know what you think.
I like to think of myself as a good socialist, or at least an aspiring socialist, and as such I have often adopted the stand of my socialist comrades, sometimes without passing it through the lens of critical thinking. Embarrassing as it is to admit.
One of the most popular and prevalent tenets of the socialists in my neck of the world is that the answer to the question of Israel’s existence relying on genocide in Palestine is a two-state solution.
Suffice it to say, after listening to Sumaya Awad in this podcast, I no longer believe that.
If you feel compelled to give these episodes a listen, or you’ve read these books, I’d love to know what you think.
Wrestling:
As far as what I’ve been wrestling with, it’s all in there – time changes, season changes, the refusal of the colonial capitalist patriarchy to recognize or honor that we are creatures of nature and should be able to follow those natural rhythms rather than be endlessly extracted from to keep the economy rolling, how to live in the world without contributing to its destruction, boundaries, grief, unlearning, creating kinships of all kinds, and finishing books.
I hope that you are finding ways of walking in the world without disconnecting from it, the ways of feeding your bodies, minds, and souls, so you can thrive.
Because my loves, the world needs you.
That’s why you’re here.
Hello!
I’m Janine. My pronouns are she/her.
I am an anti-capitalist crone, post-trauma growth coach, and consensual copywriter.
I strive daily to identify and unlearn the voices of white heteronormative patriarchy that are insidiously planted in our brains from an early age – voices that, without critical inquiry, we often confuse as our own.
I dream of a return to the Commons and a world where all living beings have equal access to the necessities of life, including laughter, rest, creativity, and joy.
Even though I didn’t always have the words, this dream has been the undercurrent of all of my pursuits from an early age.
Acknowledging my colonial settler privilege in living and working on the unceded territory of the Algonquin Anishinaabe People, in progress of learning right relationship with the land and its First People
Are we there yet?
In 2021, when the social media trend was to choose a word for the coming New Year (is that still a thing?) mine was ‘embody’.
2021 me had no idea.
I have always been astounded at the power of intention, of setting an idea/desire/concept/dream free into the universe and releasing attachment to an outcome (as best as this imperfect human is able).
So much wonderful has manifested in my life with a practice that I never really realized was a practice. It was just something I did.
I remember a past version of me as a cheerful warrior in high school in the 70’s, encouraging myself and my friends to embrace a PMI. That’s a positive mental attitude btw; a concept originally introduced in 1937 by Napoleon Hill in his book Think and Grow Rich – a book I’ve never read, a person I hadn’t heard of back then, but somehow that phrase seeped into my consciousness and sparked my imagination and optimism for creating something better, for myself, my loved ones, my world.
Perhaps it was written into my DNA by one of my genealogical ancestors before I was born. Who knows? 1970’s me had no idea. In any case, when the troubles of living in a post-colonial late-stage capitalist world got to feel like too much for me and my capacity to bear, there was always something deep inside that called for a pause, for a retreat into myself and land in the stillness to try to imagine a better way.
When I practiced Nichiren Buddhism, the intention took the form of chanting for an hour a day each morning and evening for a couple of months.
In a space of six weeks, three transformative events happened two weeks apart from each other and changed my life utterly and completely, and set me on the path out of crippling debt, isolation and toxic work environments.
The chanting was a form of intention that cleared out resistance and cleared a path for the universe to deliver the joy and abundance that I believe is the birthright of every living creature.
When my partner and I were forced to move from the house we were renting in a time of unaffordable housing prices (it’s only gotten worse since then) and my manager brain was working overtime to find a place to leave, I remember calling for a moratorium on the search, and creating a cozy bed retreat for us to dream and write our desires for the perfect home as a way of inviting it in.
And a few days later, I saw a real estate ad for a house in the hills north of us, in a town I’d never heard of, and whose kitchen had the word “Cucina” stenciled in large letters, and I knew we’d found our home before any of us had stepped foot in it.
Late in 2019, when I was burned out and exhausted from years of fighting the good fight as a union activist turned political staffer, I took my retreat. This time it didn’t feel so much intentional as unavoidable. I had been running on empty for too long, trying to pour from an empty cup, extracting every ounce of life and love towards the cause, like a good capitalist should.
But there was somewhere deep inside of me that knew that the healing and transformation would come in the pause, as terrifying as it might be. This time the intention took the form of a pause.
When the Covid pandemic arrived a few months later and changed our lives, I remember feeling like I could deal because I’d been living in a sort of self-imposed shelter in place for months already. None of us expected it to last more than a few weeks. Right? 2019 me had no idea.
That retreat was an intention that created opportunities that would otherwise have been inaccessible to me because of geography, expense and time limitations. When the world moved online I was there. So, in the true nature of both/and, a most terrible time was (and is, because despite what economists want us to believe, Covid is not over) also enriching and transformative. An extended period of simultaneous expansion and contraction that now seems perpetual. Birth is a death wish. (I wrote that to myself a few months ago and sent it in a post-dated email. Does everyone do that or is it just me?)
And I’ve heard Buddhists say that death is a birth wish.
Wishes are intentions.
Protests are intentions.
Intentions can take as many forms as our bodies can imagine.
I look back at the one-word intention for 2021 – Embody – and marvel at the time traveling me that planted a seed. And as 2023 comes to a close, I know that seed has germinated and taken root, with the maturity of seasons still to come.
Have I arrived yet? Once again, I have no idea. Maybe it’s because ideas are manifestations of our brains, and our brains are only a small part of the sum total of us as fully embodied humans.
Maybe it’s time to change the question.
Because as cheesy as it may sound (as cheesy as a cheerful chant of PMI) the journey just might be the destination.
These words traveling from my laptop to your screen may be an intention of their own.
My wish for you and for all of us at the end of this calendar year, is for the days and weeks and years to move us all closer to peace, justice, joy, and community.
May it be so.
Hello!
I’m Janine. My pronouns are she/her.
I am an anti-capitalist crone, post-trauma growth coach, and consensual copywriter.
I strive daily to identify and unlearn the voices of white heteronormative patriarchy that are insidiously planted in our brains from an early age – voices that, without critical inquiry, we often confuse as our own.
I dream of a return to the Commons and a world where all living beings have equal access to the necessities of life, including laughter, rest, creativity, and joy.
Even though I didn’t always have the words, this dream has been the undercurrent of all of my pursuits from an early age.
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Are you over the age of 50? Do you identify as femme or non-binary? Are you a culture maker, caregiver, kin keeper, world changing witch? Do you crave a space for cultivating leadership and authority around age & aging? the Caucus of Crones may be the space for you
We live in cultures that devalue & erase us as we age:
Cultures that prevent us from being accepted, valued, and seen for our authentic selves????????
Cultures that make us invisible & hyper-visible all at the same time.
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Imagine creating a future landing space for generations to come
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step into our full power & agency as elders
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release strategizing, manipulating, conforming, bargaining, or diminishing ourselves in order to find acceptance????????
collaborate and create ways for doing it differently
support & encourage each other
What is the Caucus of Crones?
We gather online in the Kin Keepers’ Haven
Previously hosted in Kelly Diels‘ Gathering space, the Caucus of Crones is now open to members of the Kin Keepers’ Haven aged 50 and over.
Crone Calls are scheduled for the second Thursday of the month at Noon and 7 pm Eastern. These calls will include a brief check-in and somatic practice to land in the space, followed by a discussion focused on issues of age and aging in late-stage capitalism.
Group coaching calls are scheduled for the third Thursday of the month at noon and 7 pm Eastern. A time to receive and give mutual support. Bring something you’re grappling with to the wisdom of the collective cauldron.
You are welcome to attend one or both calls each day.
Recordings will be posted for you to view at a later time if you are not available to attend live.
I’m learning a lot these days, living an isometric life. Allow me to share a glossary of terms:
neu·ro·plas·tic·i·ty (no?or?pla?stis?d?) Noun the ability of the brain to form and reorganize synaptic connections, especially in response to learning or experience or following injury.
i·so·met·ric (?s??metrik,??z??metrik) adjective 1. of or having equal dimensions. 2. PHYSIOLOGY relating to or denoting muscular action in which tension is developed without contraction of the muscle.
Prehabilitation: the process of improving the functional capability of a patient prior to a surgical procedure so the patient can withstand any postoperative inactivity and associated decline. In other words, to get you to a betterplace physically before an operation. (American College of Physicians and Surgeons)
Isometric Life:
I’m waiting for knee replacements that may take up to a year and a half to happen, two years before rehab hopefully allows me to move freely in the world under my own steam. If it works…
Digesting and integrating that possibility has been, well, it’s been a lot.
Neuroplasticity:
My default brain* thinks things such as “I can’t wait two years to have my life back” “my body is broken” “my life is over because I can’t move the way I used to”
Bringing curious inquiry into those thoughts has been vital for my mental health.
Is this thought really true?
There’s a lot of internalized ableism embedded in that kind of thinking that could use some unpacking.
What are the ways of easing into kinder, gentler thoughts about my body, where it is, right here and now?
Where do I find life, right here, right now, in this body?
How can I bring myself to a better place?
Healing happens in community.
I believe this with all my heart, even if my head resists it.
It is so valuable to have someone to share my thoughts with, vulnerably and unedited. I am grateful for a partner who can be that someone for me, as well as beloved friends and practitioners. It takes a village.
Speaking my default thoughts into existence allows them to be transformed.
On the day that I got the news about the long wait for surgery, I sat on the treatment table with my physiotherapist and had a big snotty cry.
(Also want to speak to the value of big, snotty, public crying, whether it’s out of joy, or grief, hope, hopelessness, or because of a beautiful piece of music…. yes, I am a crier. Please pass the tissues.)
Prehab/Rehab:
The big snotty cry in question started when I voiced the idea of waiting two years for my life to begin.
(It’s interesting to watch people respond to big, snotty, public cries – the physio intern asked me if I needed to be alone, to which I replied, no, but if my big, snotty, cry makes you feel uncomfortable, feel free to move somewhere that feels more comfortable for you. He stuck around.)
My physiotherapist and the sweet intern helped me to begin unpacking that default thinking that surely does nothing to serve me, to look at the ways of living in my body, right here, right now.
And they introduced me to the concept of ‘prehab’
It’s a word I hadn’t heard before, and it’s so much more hopeful than the fatalistic ‘my life is over before it’s begun’ default voice in my head.
Living, stretching, strengthening, expanding, in the body I have now is prehab.
It’s paving the way to what comes next, whatever that may be. It makes what comes next easier to integrate.
Body Prehab
Then I thought “hey, maybe I’m in prehab for my brain too” but my physiotherapist explained that when referring to a chronic condition, the correct term to use is rehabilitation.
So, rewiring my brain is in fact rehab because it’s addressing an existing chronic condition. Ouch, and okay. I can live with that.
Thankfully, there’s neuroplasticity.
Easing into the thoughts and ideas around living, stretching, learning, expanding in the body I have now.
Brain Rehab.
Stocking my pantry:
I was introduced to the concept of a movement pantry by Hannah Husband, body liberation coach (I cannot recommend Hannah’s Seedling Strength program more)
The idea is to create an individual movement pantry with a wide variety of options, allowing you to plan movement meals and create spontaneous movement snacks during the day, choosing from bespoke variety of movements that work for your body after checking in
(that’s the liberation part – traditional strength training relies a lot on metrics and averages, rules that apply in general, but don’t really work for individual bodies, especially when that body is senior, fat, femme, disabled and experiencing chronic pain)
I love this concept.
I mean, really. Food and cooking are definitely two of my love languages, so this metaphor totally works.
(I bought a rainbow recipe box to create a personal little movement library but haven’t actually gotten to doing that yet. Hello perfectionist procrastinator. I love you.)
Hannah has the unique gift of describing strength training concepts in a relatable, non-jock (that’s me) kind of way. She combines nervous system science, strength training, and body liberation in a way that makes movement accessible for me, in this body, here and now.
(and p.s. – REST is a movement pantry staple as well. Thanks Hannah!)
Speaking of accessible:
Being able to recognize my needs, to ask for those needs to be met, to admit I don’t know something and ask for help (aka trauma healing) has allowed me to feel hope in what otherwise might feel like a hopeless situation, to add practices and movements and mobility aids into my life right here and now that allow for expansion in small (really the tiniest) but significant steps towards healing, in my mind, body, and soul, and regardless of where my body is now or where it will end up.
I now have a walker. I’m learning to make friends with it.
It’s kind of mortifying to be honest, because it makes my disability visible.
But also kind of cool, partially because I am a nerd and I love gadgets, but mostly because it meets my body where it’s at.
I can sit and rest after an embarrassingly small number of steps, that is actually three times the number of steps I can do without it, so win.
And I have been able to walk out of my driveway under my own steam for the first time since moving to this house four months ago. Liberation titrated.
I have a mini pedal exerciser that sits on the floor to use while sitting.
One of my favorite means of transport before the arthritis and pain prevented it was bicycling.
I currently do not have the range of flexion/extension in my knees to allow a full rotation of bike pedals, nor do I have the balance to stay upright on a bike.
I was horrified to discover that I can’t sit a full-size exercise bike with both feet on the pedals, I just don’t have the flexibility to do that anymore.
But I CAN put both feet in the stirrups of the little floor pedaler and move less than a quarter of the way round, forward and back.
It’s really hard to get my body in position to do that, but I’ve noticed that this less than a quarter round the pedal movement feels GOOD when I’m done, because it’s working the muscles without loading my knees.
The old and rigid ‘ride or die’ thinking is still strong in me, but most of the time I am able to look at this little machine as a friend and it definitely helps to think of the small movements as prehab rather than failure.
Isometrics have also become a staple in my movement pantry.
Strengthening by way of “tension developed without contraction of the muscle.”
Isometrics. It’s a metaphor for life in this body, here and now, just as it is.
It may look like not much is going on from the outside, but there’s a lot of movement happening. In my body, mind, and soul.
Thanks for allowing me to share what’s real and vulnerable and active in my life right now.
I hope that you are able to find ways of moving from a stuck place – whether that’s physical, emotional, or intellectual – to a place of spaciousness, more hope, and more joy in your life, right here and now.
And if there’s anything I can do to assist you with that, hit me up.
* the language of the “default brain” comes to me via the transformative and healing work of Sarah Peyton, neuroscience educator, constellations facilitator, certified Nonviolent Communication trainer and author who invites audiences into a compassionate understanding of the effects of relational trauma on the brain, and teaches about how to use resonance to change and heal.
The full moon arrives on August 11 at 9:36 p.m. in the Eastern time zone.
I always look forward to Sarah Kemp’s Moonlight and Manifesting full moon guided practices (via Patreon.com – you can follow without subscribing to read public posts). If you’re interested, you can find all of Sara’s offerings here.
It’s also Perseid season…. have you seen streaks of light in the night sky? You’re not imagining things! The meteor shower will reach its peak in the early morning August 13, but if you have clear skies, the brightness of the full moon might make viewing difficult.
Either way, there’s magical light falling on us this week.
I have such fond memories of discovering quite accidentally that meteor showers are a thing, one hot summer night in 1987 while on community retreat. After most were in bed, a few friends gathered on the lake shore to wind down and enjoy the summer evening. We counted over 200 shooting stars that night and I was forever hooked.
I love to think about the cyclical timing of the universe that carries us on our annual trip around the sun, through belts of cosmic debris that burn up on hitting the Earth’s atmosphere.
Scientific and magical all at the same time.
This month’s newsletter follows the format set by the 3 Questions with Kat & Val podcast, a weekly delight that asks, “What’s bringing you joy?” “What’s moving around for you?” and “What are you learning?”
I look forward to Tuesdays when Kat and Val release new episodes.
What’s bringing me joy? – Breakfast Bowls (lunch and dinner bowls – aka salads – too): I love vegetables. I love fresh. I love the abundance of fresh local and delicious produce available to us during the summer. And I love being able to* toss a random combination of things into a bowl for a healthy, nutritious and delicious meal. This morning’s breakfast bowl consisted of tomatoes grown by my partner in our yard (you can taste the sunshine in them!), sprouts, arugula, lettuce, green onion, avocado, fried eggs and cooked ham. So.fucking.delicious.
*Okay, more accurately, my lovely partner does the tossing, the shopping, the cooking, and the bowl assembly, not me. And this too brings me joy.
Being able to listen to your body’s needs and honour them; to be able to ask someone to source the ingredients and prepare them, is a sign of a healthy nervous system. I haven’t always been there, and having regained the capacity for this also brings me joy.
– Ms. Marvel is delight. It brings me joy, and if it doesn’t bring you joy, I don’t want to hear about it.
– Learning and creating new things – I created a guided practice for orienting to your space and cultivating safety. Learning to use the audio conversion and mixing software, searching for background music and integrating it was… well it was fun!
You can listen and download the new thing I made here.
What’s moving around for me? The non-binary nature of consent: and by this I mean recognizing that all-or-nothing perfectionist thinking has infiltrated my brain so that I deem any level of discomfort around something new as non-consensual.
This is simply not true and, more importantly, this internalized messaging keeps me in a state of freeze or stasis, unable to move or grow or expand, even when I desire it.
Without curious inquiry, this dynamic plays out in my life around chronic pain and mobility, around relationships, community-building and justice work. The discomfort of stretching into new places of learning and growing is not self-harm.
I am finding the work of Betty Martin and the Wheel of Consent very helpful in unpacking this. You can learn more about it here.
The concept of dirty pain versus clean pain described by Resmaa Menakem in this article also speaks to this idea, and is something that I am digesting and integrating:
“When people respond from their most wounded parts, become cruel or violent or run away, we experience dirty pain” (Menakem, R., 2017, pg. 20). When we avoid pain and discomfort, we also create more of it for ourselves and for others. To heal collectively, we must be willing to engage and feel clean pain.”
The most recent teachings explore self-worship as an act of radical permission, including developing decadence practices for ourselves.
There are some sticky bits around this for me.
In answer to a question about how to cultivate self-worship, adrienne marie brown suggested taking time to look at the moon the next time it’s full.
Notice that the surface of the moon is not smooth; it’s pockmarked by asteroids that have collided with it. The moon has a face because of those shadows; the moon has acne scars.
The moon never apologizes for its shadows because they are the story of its shaping, of its being.
The shadows tell the story of what’s shaped us, what we’ve overcome, what we have survived. Each of us is a miraculous being. The shadows shape us. They don’t have to be in charge.
Each of us is a luminous full moon, comprised of shadow and light, unique and precious and invaluable to the whole.
Taking this one to heart.
What am I learning? See above; it’s all in there.
Offered with love,
Janine
I am a post-traumatic growth and somatic coach who helps people heal & find ease from trauma that gets stuck in the body so they can live more fulfilled & authentic lives.
I create a safe, consensual, nurturing space for exploring, excavating, and healing, allowing what’s been stuck to move through and out.
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* This blog piece is a little out of the ordinary for me, but hey, this whole year has been out of the ordinary! And I have new things to announce that I’m excited about! I hope you’ll indulge me today. I plan to be back to more regular blogging on life, the universe and everything (including some coachy kinds of things too) shortly. xo Janine
What exactly does a life coach DO?
That’s a good question, and one I’ve been asked repeatedly as I’ve made public my desire to transition into certified coaching as a career.
As is often the case, in describing what a life coach begins with describing what a life coach DOESN’T do.
A life coach is not a therapist, counsellor, or consultant.
Therapists, counsellors and consultants are the experts in those relationships.
Therapists and counsellors diagnose and treat mental illness and severe trauma effects such as PTSD. When it appears that therapy or counselling might be the best option for you, a good coach will suggest an outside referral in your best interests. Therapists and counsellors often work alongside coaches in assisting people to find inner healing and ease.
Coaching is a co-creative process of equals that recognizes and honours you as the best expert at being you, even if at times that knowledge might be clouded, distorted or buried by the impacts of the systems, cultures and families we’re raised in, by traumatic events, and by the coping mechanisms we’ve developed to survive them.
When the beliefs and strategies you use to navigate life no longer serve you, you might begin to feel stuck, unhappy, depressed, helpless or hopeless about your place in the world and the ways of moving forward.
You might just be feeling a little off about something and want to set it right. Or you might want help with problem-solving or goal-setting.
A life coach assists you in uncovering the tools and strategies that work best for you.
A life coach works with you in the here and now, creating the safe, nurturing, confidential and non-judgmental space for exploring beliefs and values that might be standing in the way of accomplishing your goals and living your dreams.
Always in an atmosphere of sacred consent, permission, and safety.
A consultant is an expert who tells you what to do. A coach understands that you already have everything you need inside yourself to discover and decide what’s best for you.
A dear friend and mentor describes the coaching relationship using the metaphor (coaches love metaphor!) of mining underground for valuable treasure; the coach holds the lamp while you do the excavating.
AND THE TREASURE IS ALL YOURS!
A life coach is someone whose role is even more valuable in these uncertain times we find ourselves. I have experienced the great value of coaching before and during the pandemic, and knowing the benefit of service that coaches can provide is the reason I’ve become certified as a professional life coach.
While coaching is largely non-regulated, certification from an International Coach Federation (ICF) approved college ensures you service steeped in coaching ethics, standards, and core competencies, coupled with my deep compassion, empathy and wisdom of life experience.
With a few rare exceptions, the coaching relationship is entirely confidential, creating the safe space for you to explore, examine and excavate, experiment and create strategies that work for you. All sessions are currently delivered online using Zoom, so location is not a barrier. I am able to serve you wherever you are in the world, as long as you have a stable internet connection. If you’re reading this, you likely do!
It would be my deepest honour to work with you in coming home to yourself.
Contact me for more information or book a free 30 minute consultation call here.
