ReMothering with Clara Belize Wisner

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ReMothering is a podcast dedicated to nourishing women at all points on the mother-continuum. clarabelize.substack.com

  1. 2025-10-10

    The Strength of Women

    My Recent Experience Over the weekend, I spent 4 nights in Mexico participating in Moondance with over 300 other women. Moondance is an indigenous ceremony where women opt to not sleep, fast, and dance and sing under the full moon for 4 nights. There are a lot of other aspects and details to it, but ultimately it is a prayer circle for the healing of the Feminine principle. For me it was a way to connect with a time before women we were thought of as the ‘weaker sex’, a time when women were respected for their spiritual connection to the power of creation and manifestation. A place where women’s strength is trusted, exalted, and fully experienced. We sacrifice our comfort to deepen our attention on our prayers and make them sacred. Prayers for ourselves and our families. Prayers for our relationships and relations. Prayers for our lands and Earth. Prayers for our ancestors and legacies. Prayers for conscious change and remembrance. Prayers for all creatures, plants and the elements. As I am taking space and integrating what was a deeply alchemizing and profound experience for me, I am seeing the power of women remembering their strength. Damsels There is a strong collective story so many women play into of the “damsel in distress.” On a symbolic level this story says that women are weak, powerless, and need a man or something to save them. This story says physical strength trumps spiritual strength. This story says logic trumps intuition. This story says mental academia trumps embodied experience. This story says winter is bad and summer is good. This story says death is scary and to deny/erase it. This story says faith is only for those who are impractical, dumb and delusional. This story says money is worth more than integrity. This story says our difficulties in life are victimization not initiation. The Feminine does not need saving. She is the creator and the destroyer. We, the beings that are the altar through which spirit comes into form, do not need saving. We, the beings that raise up the next generation of humanity in spite of wars, famines, unthinkable abuse, and dangers beyond comprehension, do not need saving. We, the beings that give of our bodies so that Life may continue forward, do not need saving. We, the beings that die and bleed only to be reborn, every single month, do not need saving. Women are strong. And yet, it is not a dominating kind of strong. It is the strength of the Earth, who will always hold you, no matter how high up in your tower or how deep in the ground you are. It is the strength of spirit, in form. We may not have the brute physical strength that men have, but, weaved into our very bodies, we have a strength that comes from our connection to nature, cycles, creation and destruction. So many of us have forgotten this strength. It’s like this strength has been put to sleep, lulled into a drowsy, comfortable, slumber, and we have forgotten who we are. I can’t help but think this is partly due to how few contained and guided initiations we have in modern life. Instead of owning our power, we waste our energy comparing ourselves to others. Instead of owning our power, we use up our energy tearing down other women. Instead of owning our power, we park our energy by agonizing and ruminating over our unworthiness. What if we remembered we are all the daughters of Creation, Herself? Sisters to each other? How do we remember this? Initiation We remember through initiation. We remember through seeing and watching ourselves approach, cross, and be transformed by thresholds. Facing our fears and experiencing our own strength, not with force and gritting our teeth, but through surrender. Initiation demands that we put our small minds to the side and walk, willingly, into the flames. So many of our built-in initiations in life have been corrupted and stalled. Menarche is shamed and rushed through unceremoniously for most young girls. Childbirth and pregnancy has been medicalized and pathologized. Menopause also pathologized, stalled and stopped completely if possible. Death is only spoken about in whispers and swept away as soon as possible. Even our monthly cycles and bleeds, which can be mini initiations, are expected to be hidden, kept under wraps, and largely experienced alone and ignored. If you feel shame or confusion about any of these initiations there is a great likelihood it has been stunted, stalled, or is incomplete. We can also have plenty initiations that are unique to us, through life events, painful experiences, and coming up against the dark, unknown and mysterious. Initiations shape us. They change us. They allow us to become. They allow us to experience Feminine strength which is directly connected to our embodied experience of Creation. Cultures that still have a connection to the natural world as sentient and alive in and of itself, revere the Feminine principle. They revere matter as holy, because they know all things are imbued with spirit. They would create containers and rituals that would complete the initiation of a woman into her power and connect her to all those before her through all time (like the 40 days sitting in practice post childbirth, for example). Tyson Yunkapora (aboriginal philosopher and writer) says, “You know a culture is really domesticated when the women are considered weaker.” Women’s strength has almost been forgotten in the Western world. We infantilize women and call it femininity. A woman is not meant to be held as trophy or an object of sexual satisfaction, this is perhaps the biggest travesty of our modern times. A woman has access to creation and destruction. She has access, through her very physical form, to the forces of nature. Her value is not in how small her waist is or how big her lips. Her value is in her beingness, the radiance of God that shines through her eyes. Her very aliveness and her ability to allow that aliveness to flow through her, unimpeded, is what feeds the world. Women do not need to be saved; from men, from the world, from corporations, or from the Patriarchy, women simply need to be fully and completely initiated, because then they save themselves and their families and the world. When a woman truly experiences her strength she will no longer feel the need to subvert her power through looking for saving, comparison, or validation. A woman’s strength does not come from gritting her teeth and getting it over with. It doesn’t come from what or how much she produces or how much she can ‘do’, it comes from her ability to sit in the dark, with herself and for herself. If you feel called to explore this concept of initiation I am going to be speaking at a 3 day online gathering called INITIATION next weekend October 19th at 1pm Mountain Time alongside some other incredible women who hold deep wisdom about this concept of initiation as well. You can get more information and register here. Get full access to ReMothering at clarabelize.substack.com/subscribe

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  2. 2025-09-30

    The Things that Scare You

    I am about to embark on a great adventure. Eight nights away from my girls and husband. Traveling internationally alone. A ceremony that involves days and nights of not eating, not sleeping, and lots of sweating. As I sit here staring at my mostly packed suitcase full of camping paraphernalia and gear that I hope will bring me some semblance of comfort in the potentially blistering hot sun or freezing cold rain, I feel a familiar vulnerability. There is a voice in the back of head saying, “You know you don’t have to do this, right? You know you could just stay home, sleep in your beautiful organic bed and bedding, holding your little girls hot, curling, little hands? You could stay in close proximity to the safe, solid, refuge of your husband’s body? You could eat wholesome food and wake up rested, regulated, to the cacophony of the Sandhill Crane migration happening right outside your bedroom window? Life is so good here You could just not go. You know that, right?!” This is a voice of reason, it’s true. I am choosing to do this hard thing. I am choosing to fly thousands of miles away from my home, my land, my people, my comfort, to experience something that will most likely be quite rough, difficult, involve big physical challenges, and be wildly outside of my preferences. And the truth is, I don’t have to do it. I could simply stay home. I could stay comfortable. Life would probably stay pretty good. Since the moment I heard my Soul call to attend this ceremony, my personality has had all sorts of judgements and fears about it. For almost a year I have been having dreams revolving around this ceremony. Dreams filled with fear, anxiety, confusion, mystery, as well as expansion, newness, and potential transformation. I don’t have any expectations of this experience. I don’t have high hopes or any lofty ideals I’m hoping to bring to fruition. I don’t feel better than anyone who hasn’t/won’t do something like this. I am not one to fantasize much. I’m generally quite optimistic and always operate from a mindset of abundance, but I also really value boots-on-the-ground realism. I’m hesitant to jump into things because when I decide to do something, I generally do it well and do it fully committed; both feet first. I wish I could be more “type B” sometimes, but I would hate to be unprepared. So, here I am staring at my suitcase. I have and am prepared. I have agnoized over the packing list. I have contemplated a lot of possible scenarios. I have gone through all the things I need to do ad naseum. I have prepared my family, our home, and our village of helpers and supports for my time away. I have asked my community for prayers and well-wishes. I think about how many times in my life have I stared a suitcase with similar thoughts of “you don’t have to do this” swimming through my head. I felt simliarly when I went to South East Asia by myself when I was 20 years old, before readily available GPS, smartphones, airbnb or uber. I remember feeling deeply afraid, heartbroken, and alone. I was meant to go with a boyfriend who had broke up with me seemingly out of the blue before the trip. I ended up getting a tape worm and almost dying by myself in a hotel room, but alas, I prevailed. This trip built my confidence to navigate the world by myself on practica, l as well as spiritual levels. I remember the agongy of will I or won’t I go, before I travelled to Africa to live in Zambia for 2.5 years as a Peace Corps volunteer. I could write a whole memoir about that experience, but let’s just say it deeply shaped and softened me. It humbled me, physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. I remember a deep tension before leaving to Japan, again, by myself, the very start of over a year of living nomadically. Little did I know as I stared at my suitcase then, that I was mere months away from my entire world as I thought I knew it, crumbling. And yet, again, I survived, and I am so much richer in heart and Soul than before this experience. It’s sexy and flashy to say, “Do the things that scare you!” “Get out of your comfort zone!” But the things that scare you are scary for a reason. Simply doing the things that scare you does not guarantee you won’t find yourself hallucinating with fever in a hotel room, alone, in Thailand. It does not guarantee you won’t get your heart shattered. These voices that want you to stay home and stay safe, aren’t wrong. They are taking what has happened in the past and applying it to the future. What else can we be expected to do, really? How else would we learn? This morning the voices urging me toward comfort were loud. They had been arising before, but I had been shoving them down, sticking them in any nook and cranny so I could get on with my preparations. But this morning, I also remembered, these voices are here to protect me. These parts want to protect me from the shock, pain, sudden change, THE UNKNOWN, and that is ok. I am so grateful for these parts. Afterall, they have done a really good job. I am safe. Generally, I think people really need to get a lot more comforatble with the mundane. I think most people would benefit from just sitting their ass down, so to speak, and being still. I think the majority of women in a similar demographic as me, would actually benefit from a lot more simple, consistent, safe, and ‘boring’ living. Feeding themselves three nutrious meals a day, getting enough sleep, and focusing on what relaxes them and brings them pleasure. I believe this is what most of us need, most of the time. However, there is also Soul work and Soul nourishment to be done. There are times when we need to take a leap of faith. There are times when we need to throw ourselves into the black unknown. There are times when we need to shake our life up and put ourselves in the way of transformation. A little known piece here is we don’t need to go looking for it. Stay with the basics. Perpare yourself for the call. It will find you. It will be clear when it’s clear. It won’t be urgent or desperate. It won’t be an “I need that!!” of the small mind. It won’t be confusing. It will feel like bell is ringing your entire body. Resonance. When I feel that resonance, I have learned, you simply must say yes, you go no questions asked, you follow that thing. It doesn’t mean it isn’t going to take you to the brink of annihilation, it probably will, but what is available on the other side, is an entirely new way of being. What is on the other side, is something you cannot even fathom from this side and that’s precisely why it is so terrifying. And if you feel that resonance and you say no, the thing will keep knocking, it will get louder and louder and harder to ignore. You don’t need to worry or fret about missed opportunities. You will be presented with many. What do I do with these terrified, protector parts that keep applying the past to the future in the face of a resonant Soul call? When I remember to stop trying to make the voices go away or being completely identified with them, I go on a walk with them. I give them my full attention. I turn towards them instead of away. I allow them to tell me what they’re worried about. I ask them what they want me to know. I ask them where they came from. I take the time and space to really listen, just like I would listen to my daughter if she was scared about something. When they have told me everything, I tell them thank you. I tell them I appreciate you. I tell them, I see you and what you do for me. I tell them, I hear you and I really value your insights. I tell them, we are safe. I tell them, I know this is scary and we don’t know what is going to happen, and I have got this. This is what we’re doing. Soul leads my life. It’s ok for you to be scared. My Soul can take it from here. A Soul-led life most definitely requires we do the things that scare us, but it doesn’t mean we leave our scared and protector parts in the dust. We can still love them, appreciate them, and listen to them. We can still remember they are parts of us and deserve acknowledgement, hearing them out, and respect for their learned wisdom. In these moments I always think of the Rumi poem, The Guest House. This being human is a guest house.Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness,some momentary awareness comesas an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all!Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,who violently sweep your houseempty of its furniture,still, treat each guest honorably.He may be clearing you outfor some new delight. The dark thought, the shame, the malice,meet them at the door laughing,and invite them in. Be grateful for whoever comes,because each has been sentas a guide from beyond. Doing the things that scare us does not mean we ignore the parts of us that are scared. It means we walk alongside our fear. We acknowledge and honor our fear, while courageously leading with the resonance of our Soul. What scares you? What are you resonant with, but the ‘voices of comfort’ are loudly discouraging you to do? Use this inquiry as a journal prompt, comment below, or hit reply. I would love to hear if you want to share. Get full access to ReMothering at clarabelize.substack.com/subscribe

    11 min

  3. 2025-08-22

    Introducing: ReMothering

    It is with great tenderness and genuine humility that I would like to introduce the new title and energy of this space: ReMothering. Up until now this publication has been called Matriarch, which is a powerful word and symbol. Matriarchal energy is compelling, intense, passionate, and refined. Matriarch has a true Queen current. I love it. Holding this formidable Mature Feminine energy in the world is definitely part of my unique medicine. However, this spring and summer have brought so much to the surface. This has been a time of reckoning and revelation for me, as for so many of you I am sure, because we are connected. I have softened in ways I didn’t expect. I have been humbled in ways that were ultimately quiet and gentle, yet profound. So much of my personal experience with awakening before these recent months has come through suffering. I have experienced awakening through big life experiences that were painful, shocking, and violent. I have experienced awakening through feeling so deeply uncomfortable in my body and life that if something didn’t change I would have had to end my life. I have experienced awakening through substance abuse and self harm. I have experienced awakening through fighting with myself so much that ultimately I had no other choice than to surrender. These were all experiences I am deeply grateful for as they led me to who and where I am today, but they were all severely excruciating processes. But the last few months have been the first time I have felt like I was simply blooming. No force. No excess pain (still plenty of pain, as “there is no coming to consciousness without pain,” Carl Jung), but no unnecessary suffering. It has been a gentle opening to something different and completely new. The Matriarch wasn’t the archetype that carried me through me this one, it was The Great Mother or the Collective Nurturer, as I have called her before. ReMothering isn’t a static word or concept. It’s a verb. It implies an ongoing process; maybe a process we can experience in our own individual ways as well as together. I know in my heart, womb, and Soul that the world needs more Mothered Mothers and Mothered Women. I call this the Mother-Continuum. Whether you’re a daughter, a daughter who wants to be a mother, a young mother, a seasoned mother, a grandmother, and beyond; you are on the Mother-Continuum. If you are not a mother yourself, you have come from a mother and that’s all that matters here. We are recognizing of the legacy of the Love of The Mother that sustains us all. We all deserve to feel the complete but unintimidating, huge but gentle, unshakable and unconditional love of The Mother. We can all remember how to access this simple and stable love within our own bodies, offer it to ourselves first and foremost, then offer it to our loved ones and eventually out into the world. This is my intention with ReMothering. Creating a space rich in the love of The Mother, so that it may nourish those that come into contact with it. This isn’t just all touchy-feely new-age gobbly gook, The Mother knows about practicality. She is a master of the systems and structures that hold us in the rhythms that nurture and feed us. So, this space will have some very clear deliverables. As a free subscriber you will receive these personal essays and recordings of me reading my personal essays. As a celebratory gift for the launch of the ReMothering, for the next month I am also offering all free subscribers my Deep Nutrition Framework, which is a prioritized list of what to focus on when it comes to building a diet and lifestyle that nourishes you and the people you love on all levels. As a paid subscriber for $7/month or $77/year you will receive my essays, Deep Nutrition Framework, as well as: * My newly updated Meal Planning Guide (with lots of easy, simple, deeply nourishing recipes for the whole family). * Monthly (at least) Nourishing Tips, Metabolically Supportive Recipes, Meal Plans, Rituals and Ways of Connecting to the Seasons, Nature, and Your Body. * ReMothering Village subscriber chat, where you can share pictures of the food you cook, recipes, parenting tips, gratitudes, personal shares and anything that you feel pertains to this ReMothering process. I am envisioning this being a place where we can crowd source ReMothering resources, practices, food info, parenting ideas, tools, and provide sacred witnessing, reflection and mirroring to each other. Thank you for being here. I am available for any questions or clarifications you might have. I appreciate your time and energy here, immensely. Get full access to ReMothering at clarabelize.substack.com/subscribe

    6 min

  4. 2025-08-03

    True Humility

    I have been contemplating the real meaning of humility. I see such a lack of genuine humility in the wellness/personal development spaces. As a provider in this space, especially on social media, there is an omnipresent drive to position yourself as the one who ‘knows.’ You need to have a hook— a way to grab peoples’ attention in the first few seconds as someone scrolls on by. A society of people who are searching for saving and sound-bite-solutions, produces a an assortment of vendors playing the role of savior and giving oversimplified answers. Where is the humility on either side of this equation? What is True Humility? I have come to believe that true humility has nothing to do with shirking praise. It is not feigning meekness or modesty at your achievements. It is not believing yourself too weak or incapable of impact. Humility is not saying “Oh jeez! Please, stop! You don’t have to do that!” (All the while loving every second of acclaim and compliments.) It is not pretending that you don’t need or like recognition or validation. Humility is as much not an inferiority complex as it is not a superiority complex. One of the spiritual texts I come back to again and again is the The Way of Mastery. Concerning humility it says: “Genuine humility flows from the deep-seated recognition that you cannot save yourself, that you are created and not Creator, that you are effect and not cause (in an absolute sense), that something called Life is not yours, that there is something beyond your capacity of containment and intellectual understanding. And if that something ever decided to give up loving you, you would cease to exist.” In other words, real, true humility is an in-the-body recognition that without Source Energy, God, Universal Intelligence, The Great Mystery you would do and be nothing. Really sit with this a moment. Let it wash over you and in you. No matter where you are or what you are doing, really allow this fact into your body: the thing responsible for your very existence is unfathomable to your mind. You cannot know it. How does that make you feel? When I feel into it, I feel a lot of things. I feel a deep relief and a great fear. I feel simultaneously like weeping with grief and cackling with ecstasy. I feel terrified and completely electrified, at the same time. I feel a deep, resonant, quaking Truth in my bones and through my center. This is true humility. The Power of Dreamwork I have been working intentionally with my dreams in the style of Marion Woodman and Carl Jung for about a year. Dreamwork has been an unending source of humility for me. I feel inexperienced with the language, while at the same time feeling highly attracted and resonant with it. I feel like a total rookie, but also clear that it is for me. As someone who has identified as an ‘experienced practitioner’, who has genuinely built my life and career around my own interests and spiritual seeking (hello 1/3 profile in Human Design), I may have gotten a bit stuck in a rut of feeling like I knew what I was doing and had done it all. I have done a lot. I have had more experiences in my 37 years than many people have had in lifetimes. And yet, as the saying goes, the more you know, the more you know you do not know. Stepping earnestly into the world of Jungian dream analysis has given me humbling experience after humbling experience with just how much I do not know. It has shown me how little attention I have give my Dream Maker, my Soul, the subconscious part of me. The part that is actually most connected to the Great Mystery. Every single night our dreams are filled with symbols, images, stories… subconscious material that we can choose to work with or not. I used to think dreams were just psychological castoffs; unimportant details being sifted and reorganized from our days. This is, on a small level, true. Our dreams can largely be our psyches trying to synthesize and rebalance all the information and experiences we’ve taken in throughout our waking life. Our dreams are not junk, however. They are not lifeless jibber jabber. They may be full of content we do not understand, but they are alive with metaphor; the language of the Soul. When we write our dreams off as nonsensical or just weird interpretations of what happened to us in our waking life, we lose out on the Wisdom staring back at us. One of my most spiritually fulfilling practices is to look out onto the natural world and feel how it is looking back at me. This is what I am doing with my dreamwork, acknowledging that there is some part of me, I like calling it my Dream Maker or my Soul, attempting to communicate with me. I am looking at my dreams and seeing and feeling them look back at me. Dreamwork is quiet work. It’s not work done out in the world. It’s done at home, in my journal, in silence, and within my very own psyche. There is zero flashiness to it. And it’s some of the most deeply rewarding work I’ve done with myself and ultimately it is for no one else, but me. Shamanism and Dreamwork When you choose to practice ‘dream weaving’ you start to see and feel patterns, insights, realizations, and assimilations within yourself. It’s like your own personal shamanic journey created by your own personal Shaman (your Soul) each and every night. As Marion Woodman said, “The more you work with your dreams and your unconscious, and honor it, the more you understand it and it understands you.” Shamanic journeys are simply connecting you to this dream world and dream state in a more conscious way. This is what we do by working with our dreams. We bring consciousness to the unconscious, within us. We see that there are different forms of consciousness all around us. We are expanding our consciousness. So much of shamanic journey work is simply allowing our imaginations to run and move without the narrowing influence of the programmed egoic mind. Imagination is how you access the shamanic realms (without drugs). Dreams are as well. Dreamwork has shown me a new level and depth of unconsciousness within myself. As I build a relationship with my own Dream Maker I cultivate a relationship with the magical, feeling, intuitive, mysterious aspects of myself through the guidance of the bigger, wider part of Myself that lives unconfined by our consensus reality. My mind doesn’t really get it. And that’s precisely how I know it’s the place I need to be in and explore. We ‘experienced practitioners’ think we are out here ‘working with our shadows,’ ‘figuring out our patterns,’ and making some headway on comprehending our deeper selves while filtering it all through our conscious understanding. We think we are moderately far up the mountain peak of enlightenment, that we have made some noticeable dent in the meal that is a Soul’s journey to consciousness, but what weaving with my dreams has shown me is that the sheer amount of unconscious material I have to work with is endless. It’s like an iceberg. What we are conciously aware of is the part of the iceberg on the surface of the water. The unconscious is not only the lower, massive, under water part of the iceberg, but the dark oceanic waters as well. Its vastness cannot be overstated. We could never fully understand our motives. We are never going to totally comprehend our unique path. We will never know all the pieces and parts that are driving our own becoming. We cannot see all the lenses we perceive reality through. We aren’t meant to. It’s not how human life works. It’s not the experience we came here to have. Maybe when our spirits leave our bodies we will be able to access a higher vantage point, but until then, here we are. While here in these human forms, the idea that we could somehow comprehensively figure ourselves out, with our small intellects, lacks genuine humility. Humility When Giving and Receiving Medicine The amount of information available to us nowadays is shock-inducing. We can find the answers to literally any query we may have in a matter of seconds. We can ask Chat to summarize the entire internet for us on any subject we find ourselves wondering about. It can be so hard to imagine how little we know, especially when we can know so much, so quickly. We are also inundated by all sorts of advertising, algorithms, sales tactics, and general lack of authenticity every minute we choose to engage with any source of media. This can leave us feeling inferior, superior, angry, confused, and just plain overwhelmed. All of these things play in to our subconscious states. Everything we engage with takes up psychic space. We are so wildly impressionable. This is another humbling realization, just how little awareness and control we have around what is influencing us at any moment. It can feel so good to feel like we have got it figured out. It can feel like the safety we have always longed for. On one level, isn’t that what we are hungrily searching for? The answers? The secrets? The keys to life? The ways we’ll be safe and protected and stable forever? What is that thing you find yourself endlessly pining for? Money? A partner? A career? Fame? Power? A home? To be truly seen or loved? We all have some weak spot, or many weak spots. We all have some tender, raw, trembling desire (probably coming from a wound) that we might do things we are not proud of to acquire. Humility is recognizing this about ourselves. It is understanding that we do not know all we think we know, that we could never know. Again, recognizing that we only exist because of a The Great Mystery. Even though we think we know what reality is, we could easily be tricked or persuaded or enchanted at the prospect of getting something our unintegrated wounded parts secretly yearn for or believe they need. Humility is to know and honor that these desperate parts exist within us and understand that we may not see them unti

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  5. 2025-07-29

    Instagram, Integrity, and Narcissism

    I have been taking a social media break over the summer. It’s been about 2 months I’ve intentionally not engaged with social media. I go on to check my messages and respond to things once in awhile, but other than that I am not on it. For someone who spent the last 10 years (with one 6 month break around when my second daughter was born) building a social media account and showing up there pretty much every day, this has made me feel a lot of things. I knew I had to take a break when I really saw and, more importantly, felt fully in my body, how being on instagram at the capacity I was, was undeniably going against my values of nourishment and presence. Integrity: Why I Chose to Take an Instagram Break I recently read this definition of integrity from Amy May: “Integrity is the alignment of what you think, what you say and what you do.” About six months ago, I saw, with full, blinding clarity, that the way I related with instagram was not nourishing me or my family. I felt myself constantly being pulled into the digital sharing of my life versus actually living my life. I found myself preferring the ‘social engagement’ I received on instagram over my real life community connections. I noticed that if something cool or exciting or novel happened in my actual life, my first response was to think about how I would share it on instagram, instead of actually being in the experience itself. I noticed how when I was sitting down to eat dinner or relax on the couch I was much more likely to grab my phone and start scrolling than I was to be with or connect with my kids and husband right in front of me. This narrative around social media use and its insidious, dehumanizing qualities is a well discussed phenomena, most of us here on the internet are abundantly, conciousnly aware of it. Those of us that use social media regularly have heard it and felt it all before. We’ve all probably felt guilty or shameful about the way we use instagram as a pacifier at times. It wasn’t the first time I had noticed myself being hijacked like this, but it was the first time I really connected the dots between my social media use and my own aligned integrity with the frequency of nourishment. There was also this new dissatisfaction I was feeling with my ‘real’ life. Some way that my actual life just wasn’t filling me up in the ways I knew it could. I was starting to notice more and more low level, almost subconscious, uneasiness and disquiet, a lack of contentment that followed me around like a piece of toilet paper stuck to my shoe. I know the signs of addiction. One of the ways I know addiction is running the show in my life, is an isolated dissatisfied jitteriness, a pining for the one thing and not being able to enjoy anything else fully. There is an always-on-my-mind rumination that starts to surface. It brings me into myself in a harmful way, in way that makes me feel separate, hollow, and desperate. It disconnects me from those around me. There was all the sudden no longer a doubt instagram had become an addiction. The Personal is Political Poised at precipice of needing something to change, I heard my ‘business owner voice’ loud and clear saying: “You can’t stop. This is how you generate an income for yourself. This is how you ‘find clients.’ You’ve spent so much energy, time, and attention on building this platform and audience, you can’t just let it go!” And yet… I could not unsee how much lifeforce I was giving to this entity that is soul-less. If I am to be the change I wish to see in the world and be in alignment and integrity with my teachings and messages, I could not continue. If I was going to be the mother, wife, daughter, friend, and person that I would like to be, I could not continue. If I believe that I serve the highest and best good in the Universe when I am full, nourished, juicy, and grounded, I could not continue. If I believe that nourishment is possible in this modern world, I could not continue. If I believe that integrity, alignment, and authenticity are the most powerful frequencies, I could not continue. This is so much more important than my business. This is so much more important than money. This is so much more important than anything else. These are places we have to hold our values so strongly if we really want to see a New Way and new paradigm emerge. If we want to see a paradigm that truly values integrity, beauty, authenticity, nourishment, and the power of Life itself, we need to value those things more than our own fear. This is where, as Marion Woodman says, “The personal is political.” Through our choices and what we choose to follow within our own lives, we choose what we take part in creating. We are culture creators with each of our very personal choices. I am not on a crusade of better-than. I do not judge you if you use instagram. In all likelihood, after this summer I will probably find a way to use it with more consciousness. I am on my path and you are on yours. I trust both of those paths, completely and infinitely. How could I ever know what is best for you? How I Feel Off of Instagram In the last two months since I got off instagram, I can feel my nervous system settling in a way it hasn’t in many, many years (maybe since I got on social media). I feel genuinely happier. I keep searching for more a more precise way to say that, but that’s really it. I just feel happier. I feel more content. I feel more excited about my real, in person life. I have more energy for depth and connection for those friends that don’t live close to me, but that I value deeply. I feel more bonded with my children and like I have more capacity to hold space for them in their hard and frustrating moments. I feel like I am more engaged and am leading my family with more clarity and precision, instead of just reacting to what is thrown at me. I have more space for my husband and find myself way more interested in intimacy. I find myself feeling more gratitude and heart opening for him and our life together. More genuine connection. What I think, what I say and what I do are endlessly more aligned. Performance and Narcissism Being off Instagram, I have been struck, like a clanging bell, by the amount of performance social media creates. As someone who had the conscious intention to be completely and totally ‘real’ on instagram, to not use filters and to not only show the highlight reel of my life but share some of the hard stuff too, I’ve realized how it’s actually impossible not to perform at least a little. When you are creating content for other people, you are always going to be orienting externally. No one would be on instagram if they weren’t interested in having other people see them. That could be for business purposes or creative goals, but it’s going to create this view where a person is constantly putting themselves as the object of other people’s gaze. This creates an energy of performance and breeds narcissism. Narcissist is a big buzz word these days and I’m not going to get deep into the pop psychology that surrounds it, but it comes from the Greek Mythology story of Narcissus, who becomes so enamored with his own reflection that he eventually dies from unrequited love. Think about instagram, YouTube, and reality TV personalities, they are entertaining. They create a caricature of a person, which doesn’t allow that person to be multifaceted and nuanced (like a true human). Instagram promotes characters, not people. It puts people into black and white, pro and anti. It doesn’t have space for the nuance that true connection and understanding requires. This doesn’t have to be wrong or bad, it’s just true. If I create a character for myself and I play that character for years and years for my audience, I eventually come to believe I am that character. This can create a numbness. A despondency that can make people depressed. It’s what I imagine happens to celebrities, on a smaller scale, but more prolifically, considering the way anyone can be an ‘influencer,’ these days. If you create content on social media you know how blatantly narcissistic it can be. Photographing or videoing yourself constantly. Looking through and editing photos and videos of yourself. Listening to yourself over and over again. Writing about your life, your thoughts. Again, always orienting to yourself as the center, the ‘main character’ energy. I don’t believe there is anything inherently wrong with promoting myself or creating content that centers me, but I think it is very important to be aware of the way it can plant seeds of narcissism. It creates a tendency to preform, center myself, and speak in aggrandizements and half truths. Even with the best of intentions, I would argue that social media will make anyone who uses it regularly more narcissistic. It’s not a reason not to use it, but it is a trade off to be wary of. The story of Narcissus, is the story of so many “influencers,” big and small. It is possible to get so obsessed with ourselves, that we start to miss our lives. We miss our families. We miss the very humble lessons being offered to us. We get so caught up in the self importance that we forget we are but a speck on a blade of glass, spinning through infinate space. We forget how to live be in community with other flawed and unimportant humans. We forget how to really live our lives from a place really rooted in reality. My Take I don’t have anything figured out here. I’m very much in process with this all. I do not judge anyone or myself for where we are on our paths. I love performance. I love the bigness it can bring. I love when people allow something energetically big and archetypal to roar through them and let the watchers experience something almost super natural and spiritual. I love people going big with their expression and thoughts. I a

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  6. 2025-07-20

    Apathy is the Refusal to Suffer

    I have been stalled in my formal writing. I write furiously in my journal. Producing pages of nonsensical dialogues with my many selves and internal voices. I write out my dreams in painstaking detail. Pouring over them, trying to unravel and unwind the messages my unconscious Soul is communicating with me. I write out conversations I wish I’d had or feel like I need to have, but also know to say the things I wish to say would not be kind or compassionate or true, in the long run. I write letters I’ll never send. I write poems no one will ever see. I write from altar egos trying on what it would feel like to be completely different than I am. I write statements in the margins of books I’m reading, on random scraps of paper I find around the house, in the notes app of my phone, of potential topics I would like to think and write about more deeply. I have a notes folder called “inspiration” with close to a thousand half-started articles and essays and incomplete thoughts. It’s all felt dense; heavy, lately. There is never a time when my mind is quiet enough to focus, always thinking of who needs a dentist appointment, what to cook for dinner and playing mental Tetris with my schedule so I can squeeze in a walk or workout. When I do get a moment to write with a seemingly solid a thread to follow, I only find another knot. Like a pile of tangled gold chain necklaces. It feels impossible. So all my writing has stayed spread out, like a 1000-piece jigsaw puzzle. I’ll come back to it later. There are times in my life when writing has felt easy. I have so many things to say and I just have to let my fingers fly around the keys and something relatively cohesive spills out. Sometimes it feels like God is just whooshing through me and I just have to get out of the way. Those are the days for which the slogging becomes worthwhile. When I’m writing a lot, I am in the habit of translating my thoughts and feelings to words. Everything worth doing in this life, takes practice. Writing is no different. Expression is no different. We have to actually express imperfectly; messily, before we can express in a way that fully lands for ourselves and for others. I am not a great writer by any accounts. But, I have indeed put many, many hours into the practice. I have been writing here on Substack since 2021. And I started with a 100 days of writing practice, which I completed. I think there are over 200 articles on this account. I don’t write weekly, but I’ve written one or two articles a month since beginning, sometimes more. Before Substack, I wrote on Facebook, instagram, blogs, newsletters, for years. I have journaled since I was 10. As I think about the sheer amount of writing I’ve done, I’m realizing I should probably be a better writer than I am. Writing is medicine for me. When I first started this Substack it was called “Medicine Writing.” I was a brand new mother of two really needing a creative outlet. Those first 100 days of writing were me committing to a practice of spending time with myself each day. I will not forget the moment I sat down to write my first Substack article. It was early morning, the sun was rising, breaking through the mist that had settled around the river below my home. My babies and husband were still sleeping and I had a hot cup of cacao steaming next to me and my computer open to a blank page. I felt like I could take a deep breath for the first time in a long time. There is something very healing about allowing other people to see you in your process. The perceived accountability of other people watching you show up for what you’ve committed to can be the thing that keeps you going when you’d rather not push through the humps of resistance. I don’t feel any external pressure to write publicly at the moment. I am having a very family-oriented summer and enjoying the slower pace immensely. However, I am very familiar with the feeling of what I will call: expression-constipation. It feels a lot like a head too full of ideas. It feels like you’ve eaten too much dinner and it hasn’t quite started leaving your stomach. It’s uncomfortable. It makes you tired and complacent, sleepy and forgetful. It makes you apathetic and unenthusiastic. Sometimes you can feel very “busy,” but you just can’t seem to focus on one thing. When you do have something you want to say or express, this overfull fogginess makes the resistance to saying it have a little more weight and feel more tempting. Whereas, when you’re in the practice of expressing, that resistance will burn off quickly. There is so much of this apathy in the world. So much non-committal, draggy, tired, stuck energy towards our own inevitable and necessary regeneration. We are alchemical creatures. We are here to transform, shift, learn, grow, and flow, not stagnate and idle. I read a quote the other day from Joanna Macy, “Apathy is the refusal to suffer.” Reading this was like finding a key piece of the jigsaw puzzle under the coffee table. So much could finally fit together. This swelling discomfort I’ve been experiencing is the exact thing I need to move towards. As I refuse to feel it, experience it, allow it, I am ‘refusing to suffer’. I am refusing to allow the alchemical, creative process to happen. I am postponing the inevitable ever-changing reality of my humanity. This is not a small concept. Nor is it easy to embody or take in. But it is relatively simple. I am reminded of another anchoring statement I have used throughout the years, “Whatever is arising….love that.” Writing is one of the ways I turn towards my own suffering and feel it. It is the way I acknowledge and make sense of my own jumbled thoughts. It is the way I work out what is me and what isn’t me. Writing is one of the ways I stay fully alive, awake to the burning transmutation happening within me and without me at all times. It keeps me as conscious as I can be of the pain and joy of this Life. Thank you for being a witness to my process and writing. My prayer is that you find something in these writings that sparks this aliveness within you. May we all be a little more willing to feel what we have been refusing to, so that we may awaken from our slumber and turn our open heart towards the world again. Get full access to ReMothering at clarabelize.substack.com/subscribe

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  7. 2025-05-31

    What Am I in Service To?

    For over a decade I have been sharing my life and my work on instagram. I have slowly been coming to terms with the truth instagram it is no longer a place I want to spend a lot of attention and energy. There are so many reasons for this, and most of them you’ve probably heard a million times, so I won’t go into all the harrowing statistics about social media and how it negatively affects our health and our ability to think critically and independently. I tell myself that I need to be on instagram for ‘my business’ but I have done enough inner work in my lifetime, I know better than to really think this fear based belief is a fact. So, I have decided to take a break from instagram for the summer and put my attention and focus here on Substack. Some the questions I want to know the answers to:How do I feel without instagram as a daily activity? Can I run my business, generate clients, without it?Will I feel disconnected from friends if I’m not on it?I’m feeling the desire to do more focused work, research, and contemplative writing and reading. I’m craving more deep focus.I love instagram for all it’s given me and allowed me to create from just my phone. It truly is such a miracle in the potential it has to connect people.I’ve made and sustained a lot of very cherished connections on instagram. In my personal life and practice I am in a reckoning and reclamation of my attention back to what feeds, nourishes, and moves me towards how I want to feel in my life. I am deepening my devotion to service and my unique work in the world, and somewhat paradoxically, this is calling me to spend more time in connection with nature, quiet, stillness, and true, whole self listening. True focus is such a lost art.I made three posts over on instagram as I took my leave: 1. Who Am I? 2. Ways to Work with Me. 3. What I am in Service To? I am sharing a longer form version of the What I am in Service To post here. What I am in Service To Yes, I run a practice that needs to generate money. Yes, I charge for my services. Yes, I value having comforts, safety, and the freedom having a steady income allows. And, the reason I do the work I do is not for the money or the validation. I could do a lot of other things that would make a lot more money. I could find a high paying position somewhere. I have a lot of amazing skills. I could run my practice in a way that was more “scale-able” I could charge a lot more for what I do. I could find “high paying” clients. I could make my work exclusive or create a system that would allow more people to access it and me to work less. Maybe I will do some of those things someday. But only if it would be in service to do so. Because, the reason I do what I do and offer what I offer and offer it how I offer it; is because it is what is most in service to the energy and frequency that I call: The Mother. The Mother is where all nourishment is derived and being in service to Her is my mission in life. The Mother frequency is related to the frequency of Life itself, The Father, Divine Union, The Family, and humanity in its most flawed and perfect forms. And so, I am also in service to these frequencies and you’ll see them woven throughout my work and offerings. This is not just some fluff I say out front and then in the backend disregard based on metrics or what’s popular or logical. This is my very real and solid barometer and ultimate decider of every step I take, in my personal life, in my business, in my soul. “What is in service here?” is always my first and most prioritized question. Serving the legacy of humanity is my mission. It is crystal clear to me. My personal practice and journey brings me further and further into alignment and integrity with this energy. It’s a tight rope to walk at times because there is very little room to be out of integrity with Life and Nourishment. (hence the social media break when I feel like I’ve recently had the most traction I’ve ever had with social media. It really make no “logical” sense.) This service to The Mother is the most foundational aspect of my life. I follow Her. I serve Her. I am not confused about who makes this Life I live possible. I do not get bewildered about who deserves the accolades. It is Her. It is always Her. Not me. Does this mean I’m no fun and all somber seriousness and never celebrate myself? No! That would be not be in service to The Mother or Life itself, would it? Does this mean I don’t have parts of me that wish I could just run away, lay on a beach all day? Of course I do. And in some ways, that is sometimes necessary for me to be in service. The Mother knows how to take care of our earth and bodies. She knows when to say, “That is enough. Time to rest.” Serving The Mother definitely is not an all work and no play gig. I am only human. And I own my creational power, fully, because She lives in and through me. I will mess up. Just because I know my mission doesn’t mean I will carry it out perfectly. I do not serve mothers or fathers or children. I do not serve people. Not myself. I serve a bigger, broader, deeper current. As I move into this summer of making myself a little less available (via social media break) I just wanted to be abundantly and crystal clear what it is I serve. I am not just some “business owner” making a living off of coaching people (there is nothing wrong with that, by the way), I am deeply devoted to something much bigger and this is weaved into every thing I write, offer, and hold. May my Life, words, transmission, being-ness be of service. May I honor all of Life. May we remember Her and Her place at the center of our Hearts and Wombs. May we delight in Her presence all around us. May we hold and see ourselves as She holds and sees us. May we all be nourished as we are and remember the abundance of love that is offered all around us. Amen. Who Am I? Professionally.. I teach nourishment for embodiment. It is my intention that through interacting with my work women are more attuned to themselves and their needs and are able to recieve the nourishment of their lives more fully. I am a Master Nutrition Therapy Practitioner (MNTP). I blend my knowledge, experience and extensive training around nutrition, cellular biology and female physiology with my deep practice of divine union in service to creation and Life. My expertise is in the areas of fertility, gut health, female hormonal health, physiology as well as somatic parts work and the spiritual undercurrent of all dis-ease. I approach all my work with clients from a bio-energetic framework. I draw on everything from my embodied experience, spiritual practice and study, my own personal health journey as well as over a decade of working with women; one on one and in groups. Personally.. I am a woman. A mother. A wife. A sister. A daughter. An Earth Friend. A humanity lover. I belong to the Jefferson River Valley in Montana. I love local and seasonal wholesome food prepared with reverence and love, deep laughs, authentic relating and raw honesty, attention to the details and beautiful surroundings. My love language is acts of service and gifts. I am a Manifesting Generator, Emotionally Defined, 1/3 profile in Human Design. I am a Taurus Sun, Sag Moon and Cancer Rising. I feel that working for myself and creating income on my own terms is far safer than being “employed.” I do not trust the medical industrial complex, big food, big pharma, but I believe individuals are mostly good. I find Motherhood to be the greatest and most worthwhile “job” in the world and my greatest spiritual endeavor. I would like more children. I have a very small inner circle, but feel rich in community and am generous with my resources and time. My highest value is freedom, followed by s p a c e. What am I doing here? When I share and write I am transmitting what it feels like to work with me in a professional capacity. This is how I invite people into my work and how I generate income for myself and my family. I am so grateful for the community we’ve cultivated here and the women who consistently engage and reflect back to me that what I am in service to is entirely needed in this world, that my life of service is indeed received and appreciated. I don’t do this work for validation, trust me, it wouldn’t work if I did, but to see the ripples from my unique kerplunk of devotion to Life is always satisfying as it is form of art, creation, and expression. I provide a ton of free content and have been for literally years. Take your time. Come into my field slowly. Look through my feed and links, listen to the Matriarch by Clara Wisner podcast on apple or spotify or read it here on Substack. You’ll get a great feel for if I am for you. You are always welcome. Ways to Work with Me Get full access to ReMothering at clarabelize.substack.com/subscribe

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  8. 2025-05-04

    The More You Hold, The More Structure You Need

    One thing I learned early on in motherhood is that I needed more structure in my life if I was going to hold the responsibility of motherhood in a way that didn’t fully drain me. I think of this similarly to if you wanted to lift (or “hold”) more weight than you have previously at the gym, you would need more physical muscle fibers, or else you would get trapped under the weight and not be able to lift it. Or, just like as a tomato plant grows it needs a tomato cage or wall to climb up or else it becomes a jumbled mess of vines and inaccessible fruit. Our lives can also get too overgrown or heavy for us to hold alone without some solid systems in place to support us. For some reason, however, many of us seem to have the idea that we should be able to pile more and more on ourselves; more tasks, more activities, more responsibilities; and hold it all without any help or assistance (and not show any signs of strain in the process). I believe part of this false line of thinking is a deficiency in our culture of The Mother, or what I’ve called The Collective Nurturer, whose job it is to say, “Stop. That is enough.” She can see from a higher (or maybe lower and more grounded) perspective. She can feel we are moving too fast, with too high of expectations. She is the one who tells us, it’s time to rest and enjoy the fruits of our labor. She is the one who tells us, after a pause of appreciation for how far we’ve already come, “It’s time to reevaluate, readjust. It’s time to put some more support in place.” Because she can see and is tapped into the long game. I have always been a highly functional person. I have always been capable of doing a lot. Since I was 23 years old I have basically only worked for myself, so I’ve always had a ton of flexibility with my schedule and how I spend my time. (Honestly, the main reason I became an entrepreneur was because one of my highest values is freedom.) I love being free to do and spend my time as I see fit. It’s never been hard for me to be self motivated and to move into action. Before I had kids; my days flowed. I would always wake up and do some sort of spiritual practice and eat, but the rest of the day was totally free form. I might have clients, work on the computer, meet up with friends, workout, have meetings, go to the grocery store, travel, go on a hike; whatever. My time was wide and open and that’s how I liked it. When I was pregnant with my oldest I was determined to keep living this way. I hated even making my own schedule too rigid because even that felt like I was being trapped. I rebelled against even my self-made rules. (That’s how much of a rebel I am..haha). I had the idea my baby would sleep when she was tired and I would just bring her everywhere as I kept doing my stuff and it would all be totally fine. HA. I wasn’t going to be one of those mothers that made her whole life revolve around being a mom! I wince, shake my head and chuckle lovingly at this past self of mine that was so (endearingly) clueless about what was about to smack her square in the face. The first 6 months postpartum were all the things postpartum is: sweet, nourishing, exhausting, tender, raw, and a lot like being thrown into the middle of a game you don’t know the rules to. Where the consequences of f*****g up involve the livelihood of a tiny human you now experience as your own heart outside your body. But, for the most part, my husband and I kept flowing. We didn’t meal plan or think about what our “working hours” were. We didn’t think about childcare, but just kind of passed baby Alma back and forth to do whatever work either of us needed to do in the moment (and of course, when she needed to nurse). When Alma was 6 months old it started to become glaringly clear that this “going with the flow” was no longer possible. My inner Mother said, “Stop. This isn’t working for anyone.” I was clear we were going to need some structure; set childcare hours and some clear delineations about family time vs work time. We were going to have to figure out how to have food for us all to eat at regular intervals. Basics to some, but to us, this felt like a radical adjustment. Then I got pregnant again. Just as I am starting to come to terms with the fact my life was going to become way more structured; I was hit with the responsibility of another precious baby on the way. We hired our first nanny around this time and started doing a semi-strict nap schedule with baby Alma. She had decided to stop sleeping at night and I realized that it may be because she is not getting enough sleep during the day with my lackadaisical idea of “she’ll just sleep when she’s tired” but then not actually creating any space for her to fall asleep. This was my first hard learned lesson about the importance of building in more structure as you expand in family and in life: the need for scheduled and regularly available down time with kids. I resisted the nap schedule idea so much until I was pregnant, breastfeeding, and deeply sleep deprived and very desperate, I would try anything; even ….duh duh duuuunn…a nap schedule! As my husband and I committed to creating time in our days to lull baby Alma to sleep by nursing or swaying her back and forth in a carrier, her sleep at night improved and our energy system as family recharged a bit. Another piece of structure we added: childcare. Adding childcare was the first time I had to choose working hours. I recognize this may not be a common experience but before this I just worked, pretty much whenever I needed to. I had very classic entrepreneurial-grind-“boss-babe” vibes. I loved my work, it didn’t always feel grinding. It’s just what I was into. I had lots of freedom and flexibility but I was also very ambitious and driven to “succeed.” I went on vacations, sure, but I would work if I needed to. I probably worked less on weekends. But no time was technically off limits. I was always available to work. I was always creating. Always dreaming and scheming about what was my next offering, idea, or post would be. Once Alma came, I pretty much operated the same. I just worked when I could, but as any mom knows, that “working when you can” with infants and children, is basically a recipe for resentment and/or total chaos and feeling like you’re constantly being pulled between quality time with your family and creative expression. We hired a nanny, now her working hours were my working and self-care hours. I had to be more structured with my work. For me, this is what it really took for me to feel like I could do a good job at being a mama and a good job at my work. I couldn’t just work all the time because all the sudden I wanted to have time that was family time. I started having set days of the week that were my work days. This was really the beginning of what is now so key to the structure in my life that really keeps me grounded and sane, while I hold businesses, my household and a young family. I struggled adding in this structure. I resisted it. I really pushed back against it; but now, I’ve finally really embraced and accepted it; I see so clearly how the more we add to what we need to hold energetically, the more structure we need. If we beat ourselves up because we feel overwhelmed with what our daily lives require of us or because we find ourselves energetically dropping things we care about or we feel disorganized and like we’re barely getting by the majority of the time, I bet it’s not that we need more internal pressure. If this is your experience, I bet you need more structure to hold you. That structure could be internal, eg keeping promises to yourself, creating a schedule that works for you and sticking to it, experiencing yourself as worthy enough to take time for yourself and receive help. But, it could also be that you simply need more help, externally. You might need to hire someone to clean once a month or hire childcare (like I did in my story). You might need to get really real and take things off your plate while you build the stamina to hold the life you’ve been wanting. You might have to make your life much smaller. It is not shameful or regretful to need to downsize. It could be really true in this season of life you’re in. The actions you personally need to take will come from The Nurturer within you and they will be individualized to you and your very beautiful and precious journey. However, so many times we find ourselves in a ditch with our wheels spinning. We’re not going anywhere, but we’re using all of our energy. We just loop around the same issues again and again. Which is also a place we can build deep wisdom from, but a place where we will eventually need to hear the quiet, loving voice of The Mother, saying “Stop. This is enough.” Personally, I am currently feeling really supported. My kids are older (which is such a huge part of me feeling more resourced) and so I have recently been feeling a season expansion coming. From when baby Alma was born up until just recently, our family has been in a season of major stabilization. We grew fast without much structure to hold us, we had to build it as we went and even retroactively, at times. It’s interesting that my health was also a reflection of this. But now, it feels like we have steadied. My health is really burgeoning, just as the Spring season we are in. We feel secure and solid. I have come to recognize this place as the restful, preparation-time plateau before the next big level up. Our family has a lot of potential growth coming. We are coming into a season of change and evolution. There is a lot coming and I can feel that it is time to start putting the scaffolding in place so we can open to this next iteration of us. This is my Nurturer at work. She is the one who senses and sees this. She can see the bigger picture and she has been directing me to soften, take thi

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