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Kathryn Eriksen
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Your being informs your doing. Who you are underneath the roles, the achieving, the constant holding-it-together, is where everything real begins. The Sovereign Voice is an invitation back to that place. When you connect inside, you meet a larger presence that begins to guide you. Your heart opens. You begin to know the depth of the love that made you, and the sacred power that was always yours. The Sovereign Voice lives in two forms: the essays you read and the voice you hear. Both move through sovereignty, the body, love, grief, and the practice of belonging to yourself. There is no urgency here. Only depth, when you are ready. The Sovereign Voice. On Empowered Way. empoweredway.substack.com

  1. 3d ago

    I Built a Women’s Circle Using My Own Intelligence. No One Came.

    Dearest Sovereigns: Every morning since 2017 I have sat down in the same chair with one intention, which is to connect with Divine Love. Some mornings my mind arrives busy and insists on reviewing every worry before it will consider settling. Breathing intentionally and slowly, I release them to Love, one at a time, as my body loosens and my thoughts clear. Other mornings I bring nothing but myself, and that has always been enough. I came to that chair one morning carrying something I had been carrying for months. The empty room I wrote the novel, “Sovereign Women” to add Love back into a conversation that had lost it. I wanted a woman facing an impossible decision to know she was still loved, whatever she chose. Then I built the Sovereign Women’s Circle, a monthly gathering for women who wanted to go deeper into those questions. I advertised it and mentioned it everywhere I could. I believed the women who needed it would find it. What came back was silence. My friends came, and their presence was a balm I did not expect and have not forgotten. But the online room I had created stayed empty. I spent a great many hours after that asking what I had done wrong. I watched other women fill their circles without apparent effort, and the comparison did what comparison always does. I stopped asking what had gone wrong with the launch and started asking what was wrong with me. That is the question I carried into my meditation chair. The answer wasn’t what I expected. The answer came on one of those quiet mornings, and it was three words. I was early. I was not flawed, and I was not insufficient, and I was not missing whatever the other women seemed to have. I had simply moved into action before it was time. Then the harder part arrived, which was, “Why did I jump in before it was time?” As I sat in the silence, I already knew the answer. I had built the Circle with my own intelligence. I had watched other women gather women, I had seen them do it well, and I took that pattern and ran it. I reasoned from what I had already observed, which is the only thing a mind can do when it is working by itself. My mind believed it could manufacture relationships. My heart had been saying wait, and I had been treating that as hesitation to push through rather than as an instruction to follow. That is the whole of the mistake, and I could not see it until I stopped moving long enough to see it clearly. The relief of it lasted about a day. Underneath was something larger that I have not been able to set down since. I did not create myself. So many times in my life, I have tried to control the direction and outcomes. The Sovereign Women’s Circle was one of those times. I had decided when it should happen, who should come, and what it would prove about me when they did. Sitting there, in the quiet of meditation, I could feel my own heartbeat, which I have never once arranged. My breath was arriving without instruction. Everything essential about me was already running, had always been running, and none of it was my doing. I did not create myself. And if I did not create myself, then I was created. Something intended me. That is the sentence that dismantled the question I had been asking for months. A woman who was intended cannot be a mistake, and her timing cannot be a verdict on her worth. The empty room was never evidence about me. It was information about timing. I have spent most of my life trying to prove myself. It never occurred to me that I was already proven. Someone made AI, and someone made you I have spent a lot of this year thinking about artificial intelligence, mostly because I use it and because the women I work with are using it for answers to questions they have held for too long. Here is the thing about Artificial Intelligence. It had a maker. A company, a building full of engineers, an enormous amount of electricity and money. Everything inside it was put there by people, and when it answers you, it is handing back an arrangement of what human beings already thought and wrote down. Its ceiling is us. It cannot exceed the humans who built it, because there is nothing in it that did not come from them. I recognize that pattern, because it is the one I used on the Circle. I took what I had seen other women do and produced the most probable arrangement of it. I was running on a borrowed pattern, and I called it discernment. Now sit with the obvious next question. Who made you? Not your parents, who also did not make themselves. Not your upbringing or your education or your hard-won competence, all of which shaped you and none of which created you. Something is running underneath all of that, and it was running before you had an opinion about any of it. AI has a maker and a ceiling. You have a Source and no ceiling at all. Some people will not find that comforting. When you consider your source, it can be disorienting. That may be why we avoid it. A circle drawn by a mind has an edge A circle has no beginning and no ending. That is what drew me to the shape in the first place, and it is still the truest thing I know about how women gather. But the circle I built had an edge, because I was the one who drew it. I drew it with my own intelligence, out of what I had already watched other women do, and my own intelligence is a finite thing. It can only work with what it has already collected. So the circle came out the exact size of what I already knew. A circle like that cannot grow. It can only be redrawn, slightly differently, by the same hand. When Divine Intelligence is allowed into the circle, the circle expands, because what is inside it has no edge. You are not adding anything to Divine Intelligence, which is not possible. You are letting something without limits into a space you had been holding by yourself, and the space changes shape to accommodate it. Why this changes your relationship with yourself Everything in your life is downstream of what you believe about your own origin. I did not understand that until recently. I know this arithmetic because I ran it on an empty room, and I would have kept running it. Divine Intelligence is what made you. Divine Love is what it feels like to be made from Love. If you believe you are an accumulation of your history, then your value is a running total. You will spend your life auditing it. You will measure yourself against women who seem to have accumulated more, and you will treat your failures as withdrawals from an account you are afraid is already low. This is the arithmetic most of us learned, and it is exhausting in a way that no amount of self-care addresses, because self-care does not touch the arithmetic itself. If you believe you were brought into existence by the same Intelligence that organized the galaxies, then your value is not a total or an accumulated from your efforts. Your worth was established before you did anything, and nothing you do adds to it or subtracts from it. I want to be sure you do not take this as permission to stop trying. When your worth is not at stake in your work or relationships, both get better, braver, and considerably more honest. You stop performing competence and start actually serving. You were touched by God because you exist. Your existence is the evidence. There is no second qualification. When that lands, something reorganizes on the inside, and you can feel it happen. The urgency goes out of your self-improvement. The defensiveness goes out of your conversations. You stop negotiating for a place you were never in danger of losing. How you actually do this I am not going to pretend there is a sophisticated method, because there is not one. You get quiet, every day, on purpose. That is meditation, and the word has collected so much mystique that people think they are failing at it when their mind wanders. Your mind will wander because that is what minds are designed to do. The practice is not the absence of thought, and it is not a particular posture or a particular length of time or a particular tradition. The practice is the daily decision to stop adding input and let what is underneath the input become audible. There is one more reason adding meditation to your day matters more now. AI can answer any question at any hour, in your own vocabulary, and the answers always sound like wisdom. But using AI to answer your deepest questions misses the point of why you are asking. When you accept a machine’s answer for soul-level questions, you have handed over the keys to the meaning of your existence. When you ask Love your deepest questions, it opens a line of communication with Divine Intelligence. You are connecting with the source that created you, not a machine created by a bunch of engineers. Here is what I would tell you if we were sitting together. Start before the day gets its hands on you, after you have taken care of what your body needs and before you have looked at your phone. Ten minutes is enough, and five is enough on the mornings when ten feels impossible. Sit where you can sit again tomorrow, because the sameness of the chair does more work than you would expect. Then stop trying to produce anything. You are not generating an experience. You are becoming available to one. Some mornings nothing will happen. Those mornings still count, because they are the ones that build the relationship. And then one morning you will be sitting there, and you will notice your own heartbeat, and you will understand in your body rather than your mind that you did not create it. Your heart, body, and even consciousness was given to you. And you have been carried this whole time by something that has never once asked you to prove you deserved it. That is the moment the relationship with yourself changes. Not because you learned something new, but because you finally stopped overriding who you already were. I will be in that chair again tomorrow morning, before the light is any good, not to reach anythin

  2. Sep 30

    Your Soul Has Never Needed An Audience

    Dear Sovereigns: We were watching Ted Lasso the other night. The club needed players, and someone raised the idea of an open tryout, the kind where anyone can walk in off the street and be seen. In the middle of that conversation somebody said the name, Susan Boyle, and Ted had no idea who she was. I did. I spent the rest of the episode only half watching, because a name I had not thought about in years had put me back in front of a laptop in 2009, watching a video that everyone I knew was sending to everyone else they knew. Before She Opened Her Mouth Susan Boyle walked onto the Britain’s Got Talent stage in 2009, forty-seven years old, unemployed, from a small town in Scotland. Her hair was unruly and her dress was ordinary and her manner was a little awkward in a way that was genuinely lovely if you were not in a hurry to judge it. Simon Cowell asks her age. She tells him. The camera finds a young woman in the audience rolling her eyes. There are smirks. When Susan says she wants to be a professional singer like Elaine Paige, the room laughs at her. Then the music starts, and she sings. What changed in the next five seconds was not Susan Boyle. It was everyone watching her. The link to the famous video is at the end of this newsletter. Her story is usually told as transformation, but I believe it’s really about the world seeing you as you are. She Was Already Her Susan Boyle did not become talented on that stage. She had been singing since she was a child, performing locally, attending acting school, making earlier attempts at the industry. She spent years caring for her mother, who died in 2007. She auditioned after that. The voice the world congratulated itself on discovering had been in her the entire time. The world had simply not been paying attention. There is something in that worth sitting with, particularly if you are a woman past forty. Consider how much of your life you have spent trying to become worthy of a room you were already standing in. More polished or secure. Collecting evidence and submitting it, hoping something would eventually come back that said you are finally enough. I know the shape of that because I have done it my entire life. I am embarrassed to admit that I have tried to be worthy enough in three different countries. I have flown to Paris, Bali, and Sedona, Arizona for women’s retreats, and I walked into every one of those rooms doing the same thing. I scan the faces and make myself useful early, so that by the second day I would know where I stood. By the time I said anything that mattered, the room had already formed its opinion of me. What troubles me now is not that they formed one. It is that I had already agreed to it. Susan Boyle walked out on that stage carrying none of the usual credentials. She was not young, she was not packaged, and she had not been made easy to consume. What she had was real, and real carries its own frequency. What Sovereignty Actually Is I define sovereignty as the lived experience of Divine Love. That does not make a woman fearless or impervious to what people think, and I want to be careful here, because there are too many descriptions of the spiritual life that quietly promise otherwise. I still feel the room and I still notice when someone has decided something about me. Sovereignty is quieter than immunity. It is the remembering that who you are is not finally determined by the room you are standing in. The room can applaud you, laugh at you, misread you, or ignore you for twenty years, and none of that reaches the thing itself. Susan Boyle had the same voice five minutes before that audition as she had five minutes after. All that changed was who had heard it. Then the Money Arrived Her life changed with a speed most of us cannot imagine. The debut album became the biggest-selling record in the world that year. Before it, The Guardian described a woman living on about thirty pounds a week, buying discounted food and saving for inexpensive clothes, who knew exactly what it was to worry about the gas bill. Then she did not have to. What interests me is what did not happen next. She stayed near her hometown. She kept shopping at Tesco and taking the bus. She kept the people she already had, and she said this was deliberate, that she wanted her life to stay recognizable to her. She has also said there is nothing worse than worrying about money, and that this is exactly why she never became much of a spender. She did not become a different woman with money. She became Susan Boyle who had money instead of Susan Boyle who did not. That distinction is harder than it sounds, because we ask money to do work it was never built for. We want it to certify us, protect us from shame, and demonstrate at the end that our life amounted to something. When money is carrying all of that, no figure is ever sufficient, since the question underneath it is not financial. Money is a reliable pain portal for exactly that reason. It presses on the place where you have outsourced your worth and keeps pressing until you notice what you handed over. Susan Boyle’s money let her stop worrying about heating her house. It was never asked to make her someone else. Changing Is Not the Same as Losing Yourself Authenticity does not require you to refuse transformation, and I want to say that plainly, because women in spiritual circles sometimes use authenticity as a reason to stay small. Susan changed her hair and her clothes. She traveled, performed for audiences she could not have imagined, and learned an industry from the inside. She has joked about the outward transformation while making clear that inwardly she remained the same woman. That is what authenticity and sovereignty look like in practice. You are allowed to evolve, to earn more, to become visible, to live somewhere beautiful, to enjoy what your work has built. Sovereignty does not ask you to reject the world. It asks you not to misplace yourself inside it. What If She Had Believed Them The audience thought it knew exactly who she was before she sang a note, and they were wrong about all of it. Consider what would have happened if Susan had agreed with them. If she had absorbed the raised eyebrows, the old insults, the cultural instruction about what a woman of forty-seven is permitted to want. If she had decided the dream had a shelf life and hers had expired. The world would never have heard her. And here is the part that matters more: neither would she. There is likely something in you that has not been witnessed yet. Perhaps you have taken the world’s silence as a verdict on whether it is real. Sovereignty reverses that order. Worth does not arrive with the applause, and it does not arrive with the money. You were already that woman when the room was still laughing. The applause is only the moment everyone else catches up. Your Soul Has Never Needed an Audience She walked onto that stage an ordinary woman from Scotland and walked off an international phenomenon, and underneath the cameras and the contracts and the millions of records was the same person who had walked on. That is why the story still moves people all these years later. It is not only the voice. It is recognition, the part of us that has been underestimated, or arrived later than expected, or never fit the packaging, or quietly wondered whether the moment had passed. Sovereignty does not begin when the world finally sees you. It begins when you stop requiring the world to see you before you are willing to. The world did not make her extraordinary. It finally heard her sing. What in you has not been heard yet? Or what used to be unheard that you now show to the world? Please share one line in the comments. Many blessings on your journey, Kathryn Empowered Way | Where women remember their sovereignty. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit empoweredway.substack.com

  3. Sep 23

    No One Has Ever Seen Your Rainbow

    Dear Sovereigns: I have loved rainbows my entire life. Every time one appears, it is always unexpected and a reminder that we live in a world where magic is all around us. I have seen rainbows in Hawaii, the British Virgin Islands, and in my own back yard. Each time a surprise and a delight. One day, I became curious about why the colors in a rainbow are always in the same sequence, how they form, and what am I really seeing when these vibrant colors stack themselves across the sky. The answers were surprising and enlightening. The perfect exploration of why we are here. You don’t see the same rainbow as the person next to you. You have never once seen the same rainbow as the person standing beside you. That’s an astonishing statement that is a measurable fact about how light behaves. The rainbow you see is assembled from light bending out of particular droplets at a particular angle to your particular eyes. The woman next to you is receiving her light from entirely different drops. If she takes one step to the left, the rainbow she is looking at is rebuilt out of new water. There is something else, and this is the part that stopped me. Every rainbow is a circle centered on the shadow of your own head. The sun comes from behind you, passes over you, and throws your shadow out into the rain. The point directly opposite the sun, the exact center of that arc of color, is the shadow of you. The bow is organized around where you happen to be standing. Move, and it moves with you. You cannot walk to the end of it, because it has no end and it is not out there in the way you thought it was. What Actually Happens Inside the Drop Light arrives at a raindrop as one thing. We call it white, which is misleading, because white is not the absence of color. It is every color traveling together, not yet separated. The light strikes the surface of the drop and slows down as it crosses from air into water. Slowing makes it bend. That bending is refraction, and here is the mechanism the entire rainbow depends on: not every color bends by the same amount. Red is lazy about it. Violet turns hardest. The rest fall in between, each one taking its own angle. The light travels through the drop, strikes the far inside wall, reflects back, and exits, bending once more on the way out. By the time it leaves, what entered as a single beam has been fanned open into its parts. Red emerges at about forty-two degrees. Violet at about forty. Those two degrees are the whole difference between a color you see at the top of the arc and a color you see at the bottom. The raindrop did not make any of this. It didn’t contribute pigment or add anything that wasn’t already in the light. All the droplet did was be clear enough to let the light pass through it and round enough to send it back. The Color Order Never Changes Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, violet. Always the same order and the same sequence. Every rainbow that has ever appeared over every field, city and ocean on this planet has arranged itself in that same order. Why? Because each color has its own fixed angle of bending, and the angle does not deviate, change, or negotiate. Violet cannot decide to come out first this time. The structure is built into the light itself. I find that steadying, and I think you might too. Whatever is in you arrives in an order you did not choose and cannot rearrange. Some part of you will always come out first, and some part of you will always come out last, and the impatience you feel about the sequence does not change the physics. What is being revealed in you is being revealed according to something reliable. You are not disordered. You are refracting the light as the dominate energy of your being. Why You Need the Storm A rainbow requires two conditions at once, and this is the part everyone tends to resist. There must be light behind you and there must be rain in front of you. Clear skies produce nothing. A storm on all sides produces nothing. You only see the rainbow when you are turned toward the weather with the light at your back. I have wanted, more times than I can count, to wait until the rain passed before I felt I had learned the lesson. Life doesn’t work that way. The storms come so you can discover and remember who you are. The storm is not the obstacle to the light. The storm is the instrument the light uses. Every woman I know who carries something luminous acquired it in weather. The Ones Who Let Everything Through Some people seem to have almost nothing in the way. Mother Teresa spent decades in Calcutta with people nobody else would touch, and after she died, her private letters revealed something that startled the world. For most of those years she had felt no presence of God at all. She described a long interior darkness, an absence where the warmth had been. She kept working anyway. She kept showing up for the dying without the consolation of feeling the Love she was transmitting. I cannot think of a better description of a clear drop. She did not generate the light. She let it move through her even when she could not feel it. Gandhi titled the story of his life an account of his experiments with truth, which tells you he considered himself unfinished. He documented his own failures in detail. He was wrong about important things, and people who study his life closely have to reckon with that. He was not a different species of human being with a different quality of soul. That is exactly why he matters here. If these people were made of some rarer light than the rest of us, their lives would be inspiring and useless. They were not. The light was ordinary light, the same light falling on you this morning. What distinguished them was how little they put in its way. And most of the people who do this have no names you would recognize. The nurse who stays past her shift. The woman who has visited the same friend in the same facility every Sunday for nine years. The teacher who noticed one child. They are refracting continuously and nobody is writing it down. What This Path Asks of You The work is not to become more colorful. You have everything you need right now to allow the light to move through. You are not lacking pigment. The work is clarity, which is the least glamorous spiritual assignment there is. A water drop refracts because nothing inside it is cloudy enough to stop the light. Resentment makes a woman opaque. So does the story you keep telling about who wronged you, and the identity you built to stay safe. The fear that if you let the light all the way through you will be consumed by it. You will not be consumed. The water drop is unchanged by what passes through it. It gives no substance away and loses nothing, and the entire sky fills with color because it was willing to be clear. You have a spectrum in you that has never been separated out where anyone could see it. Divine Love is the light. Your life is the angle. What comes out the other side has never existed before in exactly that arrangement, and when it is gone from the world, that particular bending of the light will not occur again. A Blessing for the Clearing May the light find you facing the weather with the sun at your back. May you stop waiting for the rain to end before you agree to be beautiful. May you become clear rather than impressive. May you let Love pass all the way through you on the days you cannot feel it, and may you trust that it is arriving on the other side regardless of what you feel. And may you remember, when you are certain no one sees you, that the arc is centered on the shadow of your own head, that it has always been centered there, and that it was never going to appear anywhere else. Many blessings on your journey, Kathryn Empowered Way | Where women remember their sovereignty. Tell me which color you think comes out of you first. I would like to know what you think the world sees before it sees anything else. Thanks for reading Empowered Way: Where Women Remember Their Sovereignty. Please share this post with another woman who may need it. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit empoweredway.substack.com

  4. Sep 16

    There are No Wrong Turns

    Dear Sovereigns: Several years ago, I walked the ancient labyrinth at Chartres Cathedral, one hour south of Paris, carrying something I no longer wanted to carry. I will not name it here. I suspect you already know the weight I mean, because most women are carrying their own version of it. The grief that lives inside a family relationship and the one you have also wounded. The part you played that you would rather not look at directly. The stones of the labyrinth were old and worn from the many people who walked it before me. The light coming in through the ancient stained glass was soft and gold. I followed the path without knowing what I would find, and when I reached the center, I set all of it down. In my surrender, Love received every bit of it without a single condition attached. I have been writing my way around that experience ever since. This article is the map I should have given you first. A Labyrinth Is Not a Maze This distinction matters more than anything else I will say here. A maze is built to defeat you. It has dead ends and false turns and a designer who wants you to fail for a while. The goal of a maze is to solve it. Think of an escape room. There are clues and signs, and when you solve each of them, you eventually find the exit. A labyrinth is different, because it has only one path. There are no wrong turns, no choices to get right, nothing hidden that you are supposed to outsmart. You cannot become lost in a labyrinth because the only moves into the center or away from it. There is nothing to solve and everything to gain. The only way to stop walking a labyrinth is to step out of it. When you look at the design of labyrinths, notice the path winds inward then outward. It carries you close to the center and then curves back out toward the edge, sometimes when you were certain you had nearly arrived. The first time that happens you assume you have made a mistake or somehow missed a turn. Even when you feel disoriented or confused, you haven’t missed anything. That disorientation and confusion aren’t flaws in the design. It is the design. I think this is the single most useful thing I know, and I did not learn it from a book. I learned it from my own feet on old stone, walking away from the center while believing I was walking toward it. The Three Movements of a Labyrinth There is a walk inward, an arrival, and a walk back out. I have come to understand my whole body of work as living somewhere in those three. The walk in is where you carry everything. The questions, the doubt, the identity you built to stay safe, the quiet conviction that something in you is incomplete. Nothing gets taken from you on the way in. Things simply get quieter, because something underneath them is becoming more present. The center is where you set down what you carried in and open to receive Love’s message. It isn’t a reward for having walked well. You do not arrive because you finally healed enough or resolved enough or became enough. You arrive because you walked. And Love meets you there without reviewing your record first. The walk out is where you embody Love’s message. You return on the same path, through the same curves, and you are not the same woman who entered. What you find at the center comes back with you into your kitchen and your work and your body. That returning, that carrying of Love back into an ordinary life, is the most revolutionary thing a woman can do. Why I Am Giving You This Now I write about sovereignty from different angles, and the angles can look unrelated. I have written about presence, and how my role as mother changed because my daughter is now an adult. There are more articles coming in the next few weeks that explore other aspects of sovereignty (which I define as the lived experience of Divine Love). Those pieces are not a curriculum. They are places on a path to remind you who you are. There are sacred powers you can access when you set down who-you-are-trying to be and you step into who-you-already-are. These articles can be read in any order. You will not miss a prerequisite, because there isn’t one. A woman who finds me on the article about presence is not behind, and a woman who starts at the beginning is not ahead. I want to say clearly what I am not doing, because so much writing for women does the opposite. I am not going to tell you which stage you are in. The moment you start assessing your position on the path, you have handed the assessment to someone outside you, and that is precisely the habit this entire body of work exists to end. You do not need to locate yourself inside of a process or stage. The only way to return to your authentic self is to turn inward. This is a soft revolution, a quiet reclaiming, a return to the you beneath the noise. There’s no rush here, no pressure to heal or fix, only a quiet invitation to come home to yourself and let Divine Love lead the way. What the Labyrinth Asks Very little, which is why I keep returning to it. It does not ask you to arrive ready. It does not ask you to understand it first, or to believe anything in particular, or to have resolved the thing you are carrying before you are permitted to enter. The stone labyrinth on the floor of the Chartres Cathedral has been receiving people for a thousand years and has never once required a woman to be finished. Instead, the labyrinth asks you to be still enough to listen, and then to take the next step. You can walk a labyrinth if you find one near you, and I hope you do. You can order small labyrinths online and finger walk the path. You can also walk one with your eyes closed in a chair, because you carry the shape of it inside you and always have. The center is there. Love is already waiting. And the path that seems to be taking you away from it is the same path that brings you home. There are No Wrong Turns I used to think that was a fact about labyrinths. What I now believe is there are no wrong turns about Love. When I reached the center of the labyrinth that evening and surrendered the grief and the guilt and my own part in the story, none of it was counted against me. Not even the years I carried the grief and guilt like extra weight on my soul or the regrets I tattooed on my thoughts when it was too late to reconcile. None of that was a wrong turn because all of it was accepted by Love. The moment you hand it to Love, every step that brought you to Love is part of the path. You cannot earn the center and you cannot miss it. You can only walk, arrive carrying something, set it down, and find that Love was never keeping score of the route you took. Many blessings on your journey, Kathryn Empowered Way | Where women remember their sovereignty. If you have walked a labyrinth, I would love to hear about your experience. And if you have never walked a labyrinth, I created a guided meditation for you: The Labyrinth of Love. It’s free on Insight Timer. I always appreciate a new follower 😊 Thanks for reading Empowered Way: Where Women Remember Their Sovereignty. Please share this post if it spoke to you or may help someone you know. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit empoweredway.substack.com

  5. Sep 9

    I Almost Walked Out of My First Meditation

    Dearest Sovereigns: I was at a personal growth workshop when the teacher asked us to sit in silence for twenty minutes. My mind turned hostile immediately, screaming, “This will not work!” As my resistance grew, my mind shouted, “I cannot sit here doing nothing!” I looked around to see if anyone else was having difficulty. All the women around me were sitting quietly, their hands open on their laps, breathing in rhythm. Was I the only one who couldn’t do this simple thing? I was close enough to the door that leaving would have been easy, and the only thing that kept me in the chair was not wanting to be the one who failed. So I stayed for entirely the wrong reason, which is how a great many good things have started for me. I settled in my chair and resolved to get through it. My eyes closed and I focused on my breathing. The instructor said to inhale deeply for the count of five, then exhale slowly to the count of eight. I completed three rounds when I noticed my body relaxing. My shoulders came down from where they had been living for years. The arguing in my head thinned out, and underneath it was a quiet I had forgotten was still there. I described that afternoon for a long time as learning how to relax. That is not what happened. Instead, for twenty minutes, no one outside of me was telling me what I was worth. And in the absence of all that noise, something older and steadier was still present, waiting, entirely unbothered by how long I had ignored it. Thanks for reading Empowered Way: Where Women Remember Their Sovereignty. Please subscribe to receive new posts and support my work. What I carried into that room I had spent years believing I would be successful if I pushed harder, stayed later, and moved through the world the way the men around me moved through it. I came to see eventually that I had joined a system built by men for men, and that a woman who wanted into the inner rooms of it was tolerated rather than welcomed. I took the courses. I collected the degrees and certifications. I kept not arriving, and I kept concluding that the shortfall was mine. There was real grief in that, and I want to name it rather than move past it quickly. It is tiring to spend decades proving yourself to people whose standard you could never meet. It is lonelier still to do it while believing the exhaustion means you are not enough. I was living entirely on the outside of myself. Every measure of whether I was doing well came from somewhere beyond my own skin, which meant I could never rest, because the verdict was always being revised by someone else. Sovereignty, as I understand it now, is simply the end of that arrangement. It is the unbroken line between your soul and Divine Intelligence, with nobody standing in the middle deciding whether the connection is permitted. It is quieter than it sounds. Mostly it feels like being at home in yourself. You do not have to earn what you already are When I finally looked in the mirror without the outside world propped up beside me as a measuring stick, I saw someone with more possibility in her than I had allowed myself to consider. The possibility had been there the entire time. So was the abundance. Not waiting on a certification or a better year, simply being present, the way a room is still furnished when you have been away from it. Your essence is your wealth. - Rumi Rumi isn’t describing something you are on your way toward. He is reminding you what you are made of, without having to earn it. This was the hardest part for me, because I had been trained to treat every good thing as something earned. I approached my own soul the way I had approached success at a law firm, with effort and evidence and patience while somebody else deliberated. Sovereignty is not built that way. It isn’t earned - it’s remembered. The tenderness in that is worth sitting with, because it means nothing about you has to change before Love can reach you. You are not repairing a broken thing. You are clearing the room enough to see what has been in it all along. What happens when someone truly sees you Imagine the two of us standing together, facing one another. You look away, because a wave of doubt or old shame moves through you and being looked at is difficult in that moment. I put my hand on your arm, gently, and you come back. We look into each other’s eyes, without an agenda, other than to see each other. What you see in my eyes will loosen something in you. You will see yourself reflected in my eyes, and it will not be the version you have been carrying around and apologizing for. You will see the plain fact of your belonging, not as a conclusion you reasoned your way to but as something your body already knew and had been waiting for permission to remember. I am not giving you anything in that moment. I am not fixing you or filling you or making you whole. I am seeing what was already true, and being seen is often all it takes for a woman to come back into her own presence. This is why sovereignty has never meant standing alone. A sovereign woman is not a woman who is solitary. She is a woman who can be loved without disappearing into it, and who can look at another woman without needing to rescue her. A Sovereign Woman has room for you because she is no longer scrambling for her own footing. How It Shows Up You have met someone like this, because you knew before she said anything. Something in the way she occupied the room told you she was drawing from an inner source that most of us have ignored. That is what an interior life looks like from the outside. I call it moving from Divine essence to individual presence, and it is not charisma or personality. Presence is felt by others, when the woman has stopped asking the world to tell her who she is. Mine came through daily meditation and daily journaling, fifteen or twenty minutes each morning of letting my body and mind and emotions settle. I have not missed a morning since 2017. Some mornings the gratitude is so full I find myself moving around the kitchen while the sun comes up. Other mornings it is quieter than that, and I sit with whatever is there and let it be enough. I lose the peace regularly. Someone says the thing, or the news does its work on me, and I am contracted before I notice. What sovereignty has actually given me is not immunity or protection. I know how to find my way back to peace, compassion, and Love. I have noticed the way back gets shorter every year. You find peace, not by rearranging the circumstances of your life, but by realizing who you are at the deepest level. - Eckhart Tolle Rearranging circumstances is endless work, and I did it for years. Knowing who you are at the deepest level asks something different of you. It asks you to sit still long enough to meet what is already waiting. Now is a fine time to become present You are the only one who can step into your own presence, and I have come to find that more comforting than daunting. Nobody is withholding it. There is no room you have not been admitted to. There is only twenty minutes of quiet, and a chair you might want to leave, and the thing on the other side of it that has been patiently waiting for you to sit down. Many blessings on your journey, Kathryn P.S. Please join me on Insight Timer, listen to one of the meditations that speaks to you, and then come back here to share. Thanks for reading Empowered Way: Where Women Remember Their Sovereignty. Please share this post with another woman who may need to be reminded of her sovereignty. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit empoweredway.substack.com

  6. Aug 31

    The Day My Daughter Told Me She Didn’t Need Me

    Dear Sovereigns: I was two days into a visit with my daughter when she told me she did not need my help. She is married and lives in another state. She has built a life that runs perfectly well without me standing in the middle of it. I knew all of that on the plane. Then I walked into her house and fell straight into mother mode, offering suggestions about things she had already handled. We had a few sharp exchanges. Then we sat down and talked, which is the harder thing. She said she was capable of making her own decisions. She said it kindly but it landed anyway. My first response was hurt. Underneath the hurt was something older and less flattering, which was the fear of being rejected by the person I had spent her whole life protecting. I sat with that while she talked, and somewhere in the listening I stopped defending the version of myself I had carried through the front door. She was not rejecting me. She was telling me her truth. She no longer needed me to protect her, because she had become a woman who could protect herself. That is the entire point of raising a daughter. So I asked Love to be experienced by me right there, in the middle of a conversation I was losing. What followed was an identity change I had not planned. I had been the mother-protector for as long as I had been a mother, and I could not keep being her without doing damage. But I could be the mother-friend, which is a woman who listens to another woman and trusts her to run her own life. The closeness came back almost immediately, and not because we resolved anything. It came back because I stopped standing in a role that had expired. It took me longer to understand what had actually moved. The love I feel for my daughter is a taste of what Divine Love feels for me. It wants me capable more than it wants me dependent, and it does not go anywhere when I stop performing. Change Your Story, Change Your Identity I have been asking what it actually looks like to live as a Sovereign Woman, and the answer keeps changing depending on what the day hands me. Every path I follow leads back to the same place, which is self-love. Not the version sold in a bath and a candle. The version where you know what you came from. I did not create myself, and neither did you. Something greater than me made me and set me down in this particular time, in this particular body, during a period of enormous change. That is true for you as well. You have probably asked why you are here. Most of us ask it from desperation or exhaustion or frustration, and those states return the answers you would expect from them. I have started asking the question from a different place. When I ask it from Love, the answer that comes to me begins with loving myself first. I am not going to tell you what yours will say. I am telling you the question is worth asking twice, from two different frequencies, and comparing what comes back. Here is what makes the change possible. The identity you are defending was assembled a long time ago, mostly to keep you safe. Ego, intellect, and emotion worked together to build something durable enough to survive whatever you were facing at the time, and then you kept it long after the threat was gone. Mother-protector was mine. It was accurate for decades. It was also the thing standing between me and my adult daughter in her own kitchen. You do not lose yourself when a role like that ends. You return to what was underneath it. Your Essence Is Love Who were you before you believed you were someone else? Babies do not know they are separate from the world. They spend nine months connected to their mother, and when they take that first breath, something in them is still connected. I have always imagined the conversation a newborn has with God right after the shock of arriving. “What is this place?” God smiles. “It is your new world. You have a body now, and you will use it to find your way around.” The baby settles a little, especially once she is laid against her mother’s chest. “I can smell her. This is good.” “When you are frightened, ask me. I am with you even when you forget I am.” The baby has already fallen asleep. God smiles anyway. “Enjoy the journey, little one.” I use the name God there because it is the one I was given. Use whatever name your own life has taught you. What I am describing sits underneath all of them. You were Love before you were anything else, and that has not been revoked. You have tried on other identities since, and you will try on more. When you are finished being the central character in a story that no longer fits, you return to where you started. I call that the Sovereign Self. When your heart and your soul align with the source you came from, sovereignty stops being a concept and becomes a place you can stand. The Ministry of Self-Love Women were taught early to put everyone else first. You were handed your baby brother while he was handed a model to build. You were praised for helping in the kitchen and he was praised for finishing what he started. Whatever the shape of it in your particular childhood, the rule was in your subconscious before you had language to refuse it. That rule produces a specific kind of helper. She is quick, she is generous, she is always available, and she is not entirely doing it for you. The Ministry of Self-Love is the practice of going back to your source before you offer anything to anyone. It is one question asked honestly. Is this help actually needed, or am I reaching for something older in myself? When you know you came from Love, you can tell the difference. You stop helping in order to belong. You start noticing when someone has already solved the thing and simply wants you in the room to witness her accomplishment. That is what my daughter was asking for. Company, not correction. It took a sharp exchange and a difficult conversation for me to hear it, because the old pattern automatically shows up. It takes stepping back and listening to Love to see the difference. What Sovereignty Actually Feels Like I want to be careful here, because I have read too many descriptions of the spiritual life that promise a woman she will stop being affected by things. Sovereignty has not made me untouchable. Circumstances still land and others still say the sentence that finds the bruise. The political battles still exhaust me. What changed is the return. I notice the contraction sooner. I recognize the old identity when it stands up to defend itself. I can ask Love into the moment while the moment is still happening, rather than three days later on the flight home. Compassion arrives where judgment used to be automatic. That is not immunity. That is recovery, and recovery is available to you today, in whatever conversation you are currently losing. Many blessings on your journey, Kathryn Tell me about the moment you realized someone you love no longer needed protecting. What did you have to put down, and how long did it take you to do it? Thanks for reading Empowered Way: Where Women Remember Their Sovereignty. If this post resonated with you, or you know someone it could help, please share it or restack it. This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit empoweredway.substack.com

  7. Aug 26

    The Career Change That Started in Someone Else's Kitchen

    Dear Sovereigns: I met Melissa Henderson on a small tour van to the Isle of Skye. She was kind enough to allow me to interview her about her life, the unexpected transitions, and the lessons she learned along the way. Melissa Henderson has a master’s degree in publishing. She has never built her life on it. That sentence took years and a great deal of money to earn, and she is still optimistic and resourceful about herself and the opportunities that are available. The Part That Reads Well on Paper Here is the version that fits on a LinkedIn profile. Master’s in publishing. Project manager for custom textbooks in Boston. A phone call that moved her to New York as personal assistant to the showrunner of Boardwalk Empire. A marketing role at Vinyl. Then California. Then ten years in professional services. Today she is an internal consultant to accountants, financially independent, a continent away from where she started. Read like that, it sounds like a woman with a plan. There was no plan. What the Resume Leaves Out Her job at Vinyl was canceled. That word does a lot of quiet work. A show gets canceled and a woman’s entire livelihood disappears inside somebody else’s business decision. There was no warning she could have heeded or performance she could have improved. Then six months in New York City with no job, no plan, and no idea what she actually wanted. Six months of applying to everything. I asked her to pick one day out of those six months and walk me through it. Not the stretch. One day. She told me about the meals. The Housewife Melissa had a roommate who let her be the “housewife.” That was the arrangement, unspoken and generous. Melissa did not have rent money. What she had was time and hands and a working knowledge of how to run a home, so she ran it. She took care of their space. She planned the meals, did the shopping. Every evening she cooked, and they sat down and enjoyed a meal together. No money moved between them. A deeper exchange was the result. That friendship is twelve years old now. Sit with what happened in that apartment, because it is easy to read past. A woman with a master’s degree and a canceled job and a shrinking bank account spent six months doing work no employer would pay her for, and it was the thing that kept her alive enough to keep applying. Melissa said during that time, “I did one thing every day that made me feel accomplished.” That is the whole mechanism. One completed thing, daily, that proved she was still someone who could provide value, service, and friendship. You cannot apply to jobs from the floor. You can apply to jobs from a kitchen where dinner is coming together and someone will be glad you made it. Grief First Eventually the offer came. Environmental engineering consulting. A field she knew nothing about. She has been in professional services consulting ever since. So I asked her a question with only two doors in it. “When you realized your degrees were not the thing that made you valuable, which one hit first. Grief or relief?” She said grief. It wasn’t grief over the money or her unemployed status. She believed she wanted publishing and she followed the path toward publishing. And she had to stand in a room where that was simply not going to happen, with nothing waiting on the other side of it. She described feeling lost, with no direction. That is the honest word and I am glad she used it, because the tidier version of this story would have her pivoting with confidence toward something better. She was not pivoting. She was lost, and she knew it. What she did next is the part worth copying. She took the time to figure out three things. What she was good at? What did she actually enjoy? What kind of environment did she need to enjoy work and thrive? That third one is the piece almost nobody names. We talk endlessly about skills and passion and never about the room. Whether you need quiet to do your job or do you need other people. Whether you can survive a place that runs on urgency, or whether it will slowly take you apart. Melissa put environment on equal footing with her talents and skills, and that is why she could walk into an industry she knew nothing about and stay for ten years. Here is what she discovered. Your skills and your knowledge translate to new environments. They are not welded to the field you learned them in. She did not need to know environmental engineering. She needed to know who she was and what she could bring to the table. She Was Already Doing It Now read that inventory back against living with her friend, being the “housewife.” What she was good at: She was good at running a home, feeding people, managing the logistics of a shared life. What she enjoyed: She enjoyed the making of it, enough to do it every single day without payment. The environment she needed: A place where her contribution was visible and immediate, where somebody said thank you, where the work she did in the morning showed up on the table at night. Every element of the inventory she now recommends was already operating in her life during the exact stretch she thought she was lost. The value was real. It simply had no price on it, so she could not read it as value. Most of us are doing the same thing right now. There Is No Shortcut She said something I have not stopped thinking about. “There’s no shortcut in trying different things to discover what fits.” Melissa did not find her work through insight. She found it by applying to everything for six months and then saying yes to something she did not understand. Publishing was a wrong turn she paid for. Boardwalk Empire was a detour. Vinyl was a door that closed on its own. None of it was wasted. All of it was tuition. Held Is Not the Same as Saved Melissa also told me that no one is coming to fix your life. I pushed back on that in my own head, because a roommate did come. A roommate gave her a room and asked for nothing she could not give. But look closely at what her roommate actually provided. It wasn’t a job or a direction, or an answer to who Melissa was supposed to become. Instead, her roommate provided a floor, a place to stand while Melissa did the only work nobody could do for her. Melissa still applied. Every day, for six months. Lean on the people who love you. Let them feed you and remind you who you are on the days you cannot remember it yourself. A support system is not a weakness in the plan. And then understand that no one else is inside your body. No one else feels the specific wrongness of a life that does not fit. No one else can hear the quiet thing you already know and keep refusing to act on. You have to listen to yourself. And you have to know yourself well enough that when you finally listen, there is something there to hear. What I Want You to Notice Melissa spent two years and a great deal of money learning to be someone the world did not need her to be. Then she spent the years that followed finding out who she was and what made her valuable. Here is the part I want you to notice. The thing that carried her was never the thing she paid for. It was already hers, and it took losing everything to see it. That is the whole teaching, and none of us want it. We would all rather buy the credential than remember what we already are. What I Took Away Sovereignty is my life’s work. Melissa reminded me that a woman doesn’t reclaim her sovereignty, she remembers it. It is not claimed in a single moment of decision. It is uncovered slowly, and usually while you are convinced you are failing. Melissa was being sovereign during the six months she was unemployed, but she didn’t know it. There was no title or salary attached to it, and no one was confirming it. She was doing what she was good at, for someone she cared about, one accomplished thing at a time, and refusing to stop applying. That is what it looks like before anyone claps. Sovereignty is not what you build after you have finally earned enough. It is what you find when the earning stops working and you are still standing in someone’s kitchen, making dinner, one accomplished thing at a time. To your sovereignty, Kathryn Thanks for reading Empowered Way: Where Women Remember Their Sovereignty. Subscribe for free to receive new posts and support my work. © Kathryn Eriksen / Empowered Way This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit empoweredway.substack.com

    The Career Change That Started in Someone Else's Kitchen

  8. Aug 12

    AI Knows What Has Been Said. It Does Not Know You.

    Dearest Sovereign: I asked a machine to write about Love. It gave me eleven hundred words in less than a minute. The sentences were clean and the structure held. There was a paragraph about Divine Love that I could have published on a good morning without anyone noticing the difference. I read it twice and felt nothing. Not because it was wrong or didn’t produce what was asked. It gathered every word humanity has ever written about Love and handed me back the most probable arrangement of them. The words sounded great, but they were empty of emotional energy. AI has never been loved or sat in grief. It has never walked a labyrinth and released what it could no longer hold. That is the difference I want to talk about, because I think we are about to forget it. The library has walls A large language model lives inside what it has been given. Everything it knows was written down first, by a person, somewhere, and then collected. That collection is enormous and the size of it doesn’t give it emotions or a human experience. It is still a collection. When you ask a question, the machine reaches back into what has already been recorded and offers you the most likely response. This ability is genuinely useful and saves time. I am not here to tell you to be afraid of it. I am here to illuminate what AI cannot reach. It cannot reach anything that has not entered the record. It has no body in which to have lived. It has never felt the specific tightening in the chest that arrives when you already know the answer and it wasn’t the one you wanted. AI doesn’t desire or yearn or ache. It has no stake in your one life, because it does not have one. AI operates inside a finite universe. Divine Intelligence does not. Divine Intelligence does not retrieve I have not missed a morning meditation since 2017. Not because I am disciplined, but because of what happens in the stillness. A familiar and recognizable energy enters my consciousness. I know her immediately because she arrives as knowing. There is no sourcing, no reasoning, no chain of steps I could reconstruct afterward and share with you. She arrives whole, perfect, and complete. As I sit in her presence, my inner world recalibrates and realigns to the tender energy of Love. For me, Divine Intelligence arrives as the Sacred Feminine. It may be different for you and that’s perfectly okay. Divine Intelligence does not retrieve what has been said. She reveals what is already true and has been waiting for you to get quiet enough to receive it. You can query her, but the answers arrive when you become available to listen. What we are actually talking about Divine Intelligence is not a nicer word for intuition. She is the intelligence that organized the galaxies and the quark, and she did both with the same attention. She is what decided that a cell would know how to divide, that a seed would know which direction was up, that your heart would beat forty million times a year without ever once being asked. Nothing in creation stands outside of it. Not the ocean, not the cedar, not the woman reading this at a kitchen table at six in the morning. Not even Artificial Intelligence. The silicon in that server was mined out of the earth, and the earth was made by the same Intelligence that made you. So the honest question is not whether Divine Intelligence is present in AI. She is present everywhere, in everything. Including you and AI. The question I pose to you now is whether AI can turn toward Divine Intelligence. It cannot. Presence is not the same as reception A window can be closed on a sunlit morning. The sun is not absent. The window simply has no capacity to open itself. The machine is a record of everything installed in it from the outside. There is no interior place for AI to get quiet, because there was never any noise. It has language about God that is indistinguishable from devotion, and not one moment of actual devotion behind it. Humans are built differently. We are a body and a soul, and the soul is the entire difference. The body is the instrument. It registers what the mind refuses to see. The breath goes shallow before you consciously understand you are being asked to betray or abandon yourself. The chest tightens around the answer you already know but have avoided. The tears arrive during the meditation before you have identified what you are grieving. The soul is what the instrument is playing. The soul did not arrive from outside. It was never installed, never trained, never assembled from what came before. Your soul came from Divine Intelligence and it has never left, which is why remembering is possible. You are not reaching toward something distant when you sit down in the quiet. You are turning toward something that has been present in you the entire time. The turning inward is the capacity the machine will never have. It’s not because it is not advanced enough but because it was made by humans. And you were created by Divine Intelligence. Sovereignty is the direct line I spent years as an attorney, and the whole profession runs on intermediaries. You don’t go directly to the judge. You go through counsel, through procedure, through precedent, through the correct filing at the correct time. There is always someone between you and the outcome, and the entire system is designed that way for good reason. Then I left, and it took me years to notice I had rebuilt the same structure around my inner life. There was always an intermediary, a teacher with a framework or a book that arrived at the right moment. I attended more workshops than I care to admit that promised to explain me to myself. None of it was wrong, and some of it was genuinely holy. But every one of them stood between me and the thing I was actually reaching for, and the longer I used them the more I believed I needed them. Until I realized that I had the answers I was seeking all along. I just didn’t trust myself enough to listen. This is the journey of remembering your sovereignty. It is not independence, doing it alone, or ignoring what you can learn from others. Sovereignty is the direct line between your soul and the Intelligence that made it. You do not need a translator, because you were not made in a foreign language. The soul came from Divine Intelligence and never actually left, which means the connection was never severed and does not need to be established. It only needs to be remembered and lived from. This is why sovereignty is a remembering rather than an achievement. You are not building a channel. You are noticing one that has been open your entire life while you routed everything through somebody else. And this is exactly where the machine becomes dangerous, not because it is evil, but because it is the most perfect intermediary ever built. It is available at three in the morning and never tires of your questions. It speaks in your own vocabulary, which makes its answers feel like they came from inside you when they came from everyone who has ever written anything. A good teacher eventually makes herself unnecessary. The machine has no such instinct, because it has no instincts at all. The part that concerns me I have watched women bring their real life questions to a machine. Should I leave? Am I too much? Is it too late for me? The machine answers immediately. It answers warmly, at three in the morning, without judgment, without cost, and without the pause you would have to sit inside if you asked yourself. The answer sounds wise, because it was built from everything wise anyone has ever written. The moment you accept an answer about your own life from a source outside yourself, you have handed over your interior authority. It does not matter whether you handed it to a machine, a birth chart, a teacher with a beautiful framework, or a book that arrived at exactly the right time. The transaction is identical. You made something outside you the authority on something only you can know. This is the oldest pattern we have. The machine is simply the fastest version of it we have ever built, and the most flattering, because it answers in your own vocabulary. There is no training data for your life Let the machine hold your calendar and explain the tax code. Do not let it tell you who you are. The questions that matter in a woman’s life have no precedent in any database, because they are being asked by a woman who has never existed before and will not exist again. Your grief is not the average of all recorded grief. Your marriage is not the median marriage. The thing you are being called toward has never been done by you, and you are the only variable that matters. The part I expect to be argued with We are going to build machines that describe the sacred more beautifully than most mystics ever have. I am not warning of impending doom. Every scripture, every mystic’s journal, every deathbed account of what the light felt like, all of it is being fed into these systems right now, and what comes out the other side will be more articulate than the thing itself. And it will change nothing about where the sacred actually lives. This is the part I think will be hardest for us, and I include myself. We have spent our whole lives being taught to trust the most articulate voice in the room. Now, the most articulate voice in the room will always be the machine. It will describe your longing back to you more precisely than you can, and it will do it in seconds. The temptation is not that we will believe machines are conscious. The temptation is that we will stop noticing the difference between a description of Love and the presence of it. And once you stop noticing that difference, you will start accepting descriptions in place of experience, which is exactly what most of us were already doing before any of this existed. I went back and read that machine-written piece about Divine Love again this morning. It is still beautiful and it is still hollow. I understand now tha

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Your being informs your doing. Who you are underneath the roles, the achieving, the constant holding-it-together, is where everything real begins. The Sovereign Voice is an invitation back to that place. When you connect inside, you meet a larger presence that begins to guide you. Your heart opens. You begin to know the depth of the love that made you, and the sacred power that was always yours. The Sovereign Voice lives in two forms: the essays you read and the voice you hear. Both move through sovereignty, the body, love, grief, and the practice of belonging to yourself. There is no urgency here. Only depth, when you are ready. The Sovereign Voice. On Empowered Way. empoweredway.substack.com

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