As the snow gently falls outside my window, I’m cocooned in my beautiful home with my favorite warm comforts and all the luxuries I desire.

I love my life and am grateful for what I’ve created here.

I’ve earned every bit of it.

The years of education, struggle, and sacrifice. The decades of working 50 - 80 hours per week, the striving, the failures, taking every bit of medicine that was put in my path.

I did it.

I deserve this. I really, truly do. No one can say I don’t.

I have made sure of that. It is a wound I’ve carried since my childhood. A fantastical, mystical, mid-western, mardi gras of family drama, fortunes won and lost, bitterness, betrayal, and redemption (kind of).

It shaped who I am, and the way I was determined to be in the world.

As a student of energetic exchange, I am fascinated by the insidious ways our egos wind in and through our money story. And beyond money, into all the forms of having, accumulating, and interacting with stuff. And beyond stuff, into the ways we relate to others, the choices we make on our journey, and the lens of illusion we operate from in navigating our lives.

I’ve been deeply exploring my contraction around "deserving without earning,” and there is medicine here for all of us, Sisters.

Individually, our sovereignty depends on our ability to continue to excavate the layers of worthiness and unworthiness in our system.

And as a collective, our shadow runs rampant through this dark territory of Queendom. In our highest form, we are all Queens and Priestesses of Divine Order, but in our unexamined, wounded subconscious we have eons of deprogramming to tend.

Does our belief system allow ALL of us to be Queens or does it still require some winners and losers?

Does our insecure Inner Child have her energetic foot on the neck of a sister who seems to be doing well? Are we secretly rooting for her to trip and fall so we can commiserate in the mud together?

Or are we the silent martyr type… pulling our less financially engaged sisters along on our back by leaking our resources and talents to them - preventing them from walking on their own two feet? Are we robbing them of the Invitation to bring their own Genius and Essence to the table more fully?

A foot on the neck of a sister is a foot on our own. A sister carried on our back equals boots on the ground we are missing in our collective stand for the Coming of the Dawn.

On Wild Soul Medicine Radio today I’ll be holding space for us to take a courageous and compassionate look at the subtle and not so subtle ways our stories of deserving, getting, winning and losing are in the way of our continued expansion.

As we evolve further into the Remembrance of our Oneness, the cities we’ve built around separation must be razed.

Come naked in your Truth and gentle in your willingness to See and Be.

It’s all there ever is to do.

I’ll be there right along with you. Liberating our Wild Souls one tender piece at a time.