Greetings, Sister,

Last Thursday, I graduated 42 beautiful, potent, courageous Souls from their 9 month long journey of Becoming.

I graduated right along with them.

Like a proud mama, reveling in their liberation and devotion… I celebrated Our accomplishment.

It was a gloriously strong finish.

And then…

Meh.

Instead of basking in the spaciousness of a newly opened schedule and wide open energetic field, I have found myself in an ever deepening Malaise.

Amidst the distractions of a home under major reconstruction and the return of my moon after several months hiatus, I have been curious about what This is.

Dreams of destruction, death, disconnect.

Lurking feelings of nothing “turning out” and general gloom and doom.

I’ve been keeping it to myself.

Who wants to Be With this? Who even could be with this?

I kept waiting for it to pass, but then here comes Wednesday and a Wild Soul Medicine Radio episode. Calling Me On The Carpet to turn toward The Thing.

To invite it Closer.
So I — So We, Can see.

Sitting here in the Womb of my studio, alone in the quiet of my full Presence…

Tears. Buckets of them.

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A longing, a yearning... flowing from the depth of Aloneness.

Sobs of vulnerability and “Goddess, Where ARE You?”

My Divinely Feminine Desire to lay it all down and have Someone pick it up.

To pick ME up.

I yearn to NOT be the One in Charge. The Knower. The Seer. The Go To.

I want to be held and taken care of.

I want to love and be loved.

I want to allow love In.

And I can feel how this is a box only I can dismantle.

Another layer of vulnerability and cracking open that requires me to lay down my protections and my togetherness.

To not worry about the feelings of my team, my spouse, or my students, in order to speak to a place of weakness in my Self.

I don’t want to hold this any longer.

My womb is crying rivers of blood with the weight of it.

I have needs.

I’m not above them.

I am swimming toward them. Downstream into the void of the sacral.

Letting the echos of loss and separation guide me toward the ethos of the Wisdom of the Womb.


Secrets are hidden in darkness 
and difficult nights,
You awaken into a pang of aloneness,
a howl of separation.
This is the call of the Dark One,
the roar of life seeking its source.
The union you long for is within reach.
Throw off all hesitation.
become one with the fear.
Plunge into the uncanny blackness,
eyes wide open,
as if there were no other choice.
Vibrating with fierce tenderness,
Breathe intimately
with the Lord of infinite space.

~The Radiance Sutras
Lorin Roche


I know that Goddess is Here. In the Dark Places. Waiting for me to Come Looking.

I am Willing.

Bringing my doubt, my fear, my longing, and my Wild Soul to the shores of The Wound.

I Come.

Join me as we plunge into the uncanny darkness.


Some highlights to listen for:

(04:30) The Coming of the Magenta

(09:00) Are you there, God? It’s me, Jody...

(12:30) Ordinarily

(27:55) Facing our Distorted Masculine 

(32:30) Conscious, Sober Ecstasy

(49:00) Naming My Needs


POTENT DOSE (if you only have a few minutes):


There is room for All of Us here.

Eyes Wide Open.
Together.