Fully Expressed with Ayesha Hilton Podcast

Ayesha Hilton

For the midlife woman who feels that quiet yearning for more. Who knows there is a truer, fuller version of herself waiting to emerge. This is where we find the clarity, courage and creation to finally express our soul's music. Together. fullyexpressedwithayesha.substack.com

  1. 2d ago

    It’s Time for Midlife Women to Stop Being Good

    For generations, being a good woman meant making yourself smaller. Be agreeable. Be accommodating. Put everyone else first. Do not be too loud, or too ambitious, or too sexual, or too angry, or too demanding, or too sure of yourself. Most of us have been told that we are too much, too emotional, too bossy, too difficult. We learned to read the room and make ourselves fit it to belong, to trim the edges off ourselves so nobody would be uncomfortable. And there are no little spikes sticking out that would make someone uncomfortable. And we were rewarded for it. Praised for being lovely, and easy, and good. And when we stepped outside the lines, we were punished, sometimes with a look, sometimes with much greater consequences than that. I have talked before about a funeral I went to, for a lovely young woman, a mother of small children, taken far too soon by cancer. And as person after person stood up to speak about her, the same words kept coming back. She never said a bad word about anyone. She always put everyone else first. And I remember sitting there, feeling more and more frustrated that all the eulogies were focused on her selflessness. That she asked for nothing. That she put herself last. Even now, even here, that was the highest praise we could find for a woman. I am not criticising the way this woman lived nor the people who loved her. It is just the swamp of needing to be good that we are all swimming in. If being good means being selfless right to the very end, no wonder so many of us have spent our whole lives making ourselves small. It is human nature to want to belong to the tribe and to fit in. And to do that, we have had to be good For most of history, women had fewer legal, financial, and political rights than men. We could not vote (and for many indigenous or women of color, they had to wait even longer for their right to vote). We could not own property. We could not always keep our own wages, or our own children, or make choices about our own bodies. There were recent times where a women could not work if she was pregnant or had children. When did women get the right to vote? Women’s suffrage didn’t happen at the same time everywhere, and in several countries, the first women to gain the vote were white women. New Zealand — 1893: All adult women gained the vote, including Māori women, making New Zealand the first self-governing country to enfranchise women nationally. Australia — 1902: Most women gained the federal vote and the right to stand for Parliament, but most Indigenous women were excluded. All Indigenous Australians gained federal voting rights in 1962. Canada — 1918: Many women gained the federal vote, but racial exclusions remained. Asian Canadians gained federal voting rights in 1948, Inuit Canadians in 1950, and First Nations people gained the unconditional federal vote in 1960. United Kingdom — 1918: Some women over 30 gained the vote. In 1928, women gained voting rights on the same terms as men. United States — 1920: The 19th Amendment prohibited denying the vote based on sex, but many Black women and other women of color continued to face legal and practical barriers. Native Americans gained US citizenship in 1924, although some states continued to prevent them from voting. The Voting Rights Act of 1965 removed many of the barriers used to disenfranchise Black voters. And even as the laws slowly changed, the expectations did not vanish with them. They lingered. They got passed down, mother to daughter silently and without argument, in a thousand small lessons about how to be acceptable. We are still carrying some of them right now, without even realizing. And many of us are carrying internalized misogyny (an idea for a future episode). And this is not just a feeling. The research backs it up. Women get judged more harshly than men for the very same behavior, the moment that behavior is assertive, or ambitious, or powerful. A man is decisive, a woman is bossy or a b***h (there word b***h is always assigned to a woman). A man is driven, a woman is too much. So if you’ve felt the pressure and the judgement, the rules are different for men than us. The rules really are different, and we really do get punished for stepping outside them. When I worked in corporate in a large multinational consulting firm, I could make a suggestion, and it would get ignored. A guy on my team, would then suggest the very same thing and he would be praised for his idea and contribution. So, thank goodness for the women who were willing challenge the status quo and be bold, and brave, and speak up, and be true to themselves. The ones who spoke when women were meant to stay quiet. Who demanded an education. Who fought for the vote, and property rights, and equal pay, and the right to their own bodies. In their day, they were called difficult, and unnatural, and dangerous. Some of them lost everything for it. Some of them were locked up for it. We all know how women were called hysterical when they were angry, regardless of how reasonable that anger was. We have seen how predominantly women’s health issues, like fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue, were initially dismissed as being psychological. As someone who had chronic fatigue from a young age after having Epstein Barr virus when I was 18, I can tell you, I have faced dismissive doctors who told me it was all in my head, and yet, I could barely lift my right arm to dry my hair and had to have a rest afterwards. Every freedom I have, I have because a woman before me was willing to be bad enough to fight for it. I get to vote because of a bold brave woman. I get to own my home, and run my own business, and keep my own money, because of bold brave women. I get to stand here and say all of this out loud because of women who were punished for saying far less. So maybe being a good woman today means something completely different from what we were taught. Maybe it means continuing their work. Knowing yourself. Setting boundaries. Using your voice, even when it shakes. Supporting other women instead of competing with them. Questioning the rules you inherited, instead of just passing them down. And refusing to make yourself smaller simply because your full size and amazingness makes somebody else uncomfortable. I am committed to showing up as a bold brave woman. Does it scare me? Yes, it does and it wouldn’t require courage if it didn’t. To make yourself vulnerable and exposed especially in the age we are living in, really does require bravery. But I have made a commitment to myself, and to the amazing women I am here to serve, that I will show up for all of it. Messy, confused at times, and always myself. Imperfectly me. We did not create the space we get to live in today. We inherited it. From women who were told to stay small, and made it bigger anyway. Who fought so their daughters and granddaughters would have the rights that we have and I don’t take this for granted. For those in the US, I acknowledge, that there’s be a lot of push back against the gains women have made over the previous decades especially with the trad wife movement. I heard something so ridiculous the other day that women’s right to vote should be revoked. I can’t recall where I saw it, but I was appalled, as we all should be. That said, it’s now on us to keep pushing for the rights of women and girls to be treated with respect and fairly. We can choose to be fully and unapologetically ourselves, and letting that be enough. By refusing to hand the smallness down to the girls coming up behind us. And being role models for them in how we are showing up for ourselves, our communities and our families. Bold brave! If you have ever been called too much, I want you to try wearing it like a badge of honor instead of a wound. You are not too much. You are exactly enough, maybe even gloriously, world-changingly too much. And the women who came before you would be so proud to see you take up all your space. Links: 🎧 Listen at Fully Expressed Radio: https://fullyexpressedradio.com/ 📖 Subscribe to Fully Expressed on Substack: https://fullyexpressedwithayesha.substack.com/ ✨ Join Your Voice by Design (live workshop, 20/21 September) by upgrading to an annual paid subscription this month, with Marketing by Design gifted as a bonus. Already an annual subscriber? It's yours free. [ADD SUBSCRIPTION/UPGRADE LINK] 💛 The fuller story of the online harassment I mention: "Online Stalking Nearly Silenced Me" → https://fullyexpressedwithayesha.substack.com/p/online-stalking-nearly-silenced-me Come and take up space with me: Here's to living Fully Expressed!Love, Ayesha xox Get full access to Fully Expressed with Ayesha Hilton at fullyexpressedwithayesha.substack.com/subscribe

  2. Sep 11

    My Voice is Medicine

    Your Voice Is Your MedicineKnowing your voice is not the same as using it. In this episode, I share what happened when I went to a retreat determined to give everything, and found myself terrified to speak, even in the safest room I've ever been in. I talk about the essence of our voice, why so many of us know exactly what we want to say and still can't get it out, and the deep, ancient roots of that fear, both in our own lives and in the long history of women being silenced. I share a tender moment of coming home to myself, the truth that unravelled in the circle, and how one of my most exposed moments became the thing that connected me to everyone in the room. And I talk about what I built out of it all: my own radio station, a home for my voice on my own terms. We finish with a meditation to help you claim your own voice, and one of my original songs, My Voice is Medicine. If you've ever felt yourself shrink, go quiet, or make yourself smaller to feel safe, this one is for you. In this episode: The terror of speaking, even when we're safe The essence of your voice, and why we can't always see our own light Why knowing your voice isn't the same as using it The ancient roots of the fear of being seen Coming home to your right to be here Turning our most exposed moments into connection and creation A meditation and a song to help you claim your voice Links: 🎧 Listen at Fully Expressed Radio: https://fullyexpressedradio.com/ 📖 Subscribe to Fully Expressed on Substack: https://fullyexpressedwithayesha.substack.com/ ✨ Join Your Voice by Design (live workshop, 20/21 September) by upgrading to an annual paid subscription this month, with Marketing by Design gifted as a bonus. Already an annual subscriber? It's yours free. [ADD SUBSCRIPTION/UPGRADE LINK] 💛 The fuller story of the online harassment I mention: "Online Stalking Nearly Silenced Me" → https://fullyexpressedwithayesha.substack.com/p/online-stalking-nearly-silenced-me Come and take up space with me:Your voice is your medicine. Knowing it is a beautiful start. Using it is where the healing is. Come and join a whole community of women choosing expression over silence. Here's to living Fully Expressed!Love, Ayesha xox Get full access to Fully Expressed with Ayesha Hilton at fullyexpressedwithayesha.substack.com/subscribe

  3. Aug 31

    A Thousand Tabs Open at Once - The Mental & Emotional Load of Being a Midlife Woman

    I am one of those people who cry in supermarkets if they are upset. I can’t hold it in. I often have my sunglasses on. Mascara running down my face (the amount I cry, I should really only wear waterproof mascara). In the supermarket, and other “inappropriate” places, I have overshared with people I barely know. Told them things that were on the surface that I couldn’t push down. And sometimes has a vulnerability hangover from sharing too much. In my family, I am known as the emotional one. For my entire life, my emotions have lived close to the skin, not buried deep or pushed down. I felt self-conscious about this growing up, and even now with my family, I joke that I am the emotional one so that I can say it before they say I am being too sensitive, or too emotional. I feel things. And I feel them deeply. And immediately. I don’t have the ability to hide or mask them, and I don’t know why that is. I would try to keep it all tucked away, and it would leak out anyway, in my face, in my voice, in tears escaping. I spent a lot of time doing this exhausting thing where I felt I had to hide a huge part of who I am despite me being so bad at hiding my feelings. Interestingly, this ties in with another part of me that I have tried to minimize over the years. And it’s strange because it sounds like a good problem to have. I learned early on to hide the things I am naturally good at and that come easily to me. In my final year of high school, I had glandular fever. I was unwell and could barely get out of bed, so I barely studied. Despite this, I still did really well. And I remember a friend being so annoyed with me, because she had worked so hard, and her results came in below mine. Instead of feeling proud of my results, I felt embarrassed. Like I had done something wrong by being good at it without the struggle. I love learning. I always have. I pick up new things quickly, technology especially. And somewhere along the way I got the message that this was a bit much too. That having gifts that come easily is something to play down, to apologize for, so that other people do not feel bad or inadequate. So I experienced this odd mixture of feeling too much and being too capable. When I look at these two things, side by side, I can see they were the same lesson, I experienced over and over again. Make yourself smaller so everyone else is comfortable. Do not feel so much. Do not shine so bright. Apologize for the space you take up. And I know I am not the only one, because this is everywhere right now. I see so many midlife women writing about it on Substack. The reflexive sorry. The saying sorry when someone else bumps into us. The softening of every opinion so it does not offend people or get you cancelled. The over-explaining and justification of why we are allowed to want the thing we want. A lot of women have picked unapologetic as their word for this year, as if we all reached the same point at the same time. The point where we are done shrinking, even if we are not quite sure how to stop. Which brings me to a tool I fell in love with about seven years ago from Brene Brown. She calls them permission slips. And the story of how she started is my favorite part. The morning she was going to meet Oprah for the first time, she was terrified, and so serious, and so in her head about it. And her daughter texted her to check she had signed a permission slip for a school trip. And Brené sat on the edge of the bed and thought, I need one of those. I need permission to stop being so serious and just enjoy this. So, she wrote herself a note on a Post-it. Permission to be excited and goofy and have fun. And that was the first of hundreds she went on to write. The idea is simple and it works. You write yourself a permission slip for how you want to show up. Permission to take up space. Permission to not be perfect. Permission to feel. Permission to want more. It is a permission slip from you for you. You are the one granting permission to yourself. And while I love permission slips, and did a course with Brené and Oprah online where we created our own, my new question is why do we even need one? Why does a grown woman need to write herself a note giving herself permission to have fun, or to rest, or to want something, or to be good at what she is good at? Somewhere along the way, the authority over our own selves got handed to somebody else or to the collective “them.” And we have been waiting ever since to be excused, like children putting our hand up, hoping to be allowed to use the bathroom. (My son’s school has banned toilet breaks during class time as kids were vaping in the loos, so we have discussed this a lot in our house.) I think for many women in midlife, we were raised to be good girls. To put others first. As I mentioned in a previous episode/post, I was at the funeral of a wonderful young mother and the eulogies that were delivered all said the same thing, she never said a bad word about anyone, she always put others first. We have been made to feel like that is what it means to be a “good woman.” We were raised to be nice. Do not make a fuss. Do not be too loud, too much, too big for your boots. As with many things I am sharing in Fully Expressed, it comes back to safety. And I have only come to realize just how much the need for safety effects us as women. From an early age, we may have learned that being fully ourselves was not safe. That we might be judged, or rejected, or left out, or brought down. So of course, our brain new what it was doing and it subconsciously programmed us to make ourselves smaller to stay safe. Then as adults, we encountered the same lessons in workplaces, in marriages, in friendships. And we did it without realizing it. If you listened to the witch wound episode, you may hear the echo here too. It comes back to the same thing: when it doesn’t feel safe to be seen, we learn to shrink. I couldn’t stop thinking about those permission slips. I wanted something I could hold, something beautiful, that would keep giving me permission for the things I found hardest. So, I made a deck of permissions slips and sold them online. Permission to have fun. Permission to be more joyful. Permission to do daggy dancing in my kitchen. Permission to shine brightly. Permission to stop hiding who I am. Since I made that deck, and started actually living by it, my life has changed for the better. The part I love is not just what it did for me. It is what it did once it left my hands and the life that deck had without me off doing it’s own thing. One of my coaching clients, who does Reiki healings, started offering a card from the deck to people as they left her sessions. They would take one on the way out, whatever they were meant to receive that day. And people loved it so much that she kept buying more packs. Then one day I got an email from a man in Newcastle, Australia. He had been in rehab hospital. And in one of his art therapy classes, they had used my deck. He was so touched by the card he received that when he got out, he went looking for it online, found my deck, and ordered his own set. To this day, I have no idea who that art therapist was. A person I have never met, in a hospital I have never been to, put one of my cards into the hands of a man I will never meet, at a moment when he really needed it. And it reached him. It touched him enough to go and buy his own copy. I did not know any of that was happening while it was happening. The deck took on a life of its own, and went and did its work places I will never know. And that is the thing about our gifts. When we stop hiding them, they go out and reach people we will never know about, in ways we would never have planned. But only if we let them out in the first place. The man in the hospital got that card because one day I gave myself permission to make the thing, and to put it into the world with my name on it. And when I think back to that girl who learned to play down what came easily to her, I wish I could tell her this: Your gifts aren’t something you need to apologize for. They aren’t taking anything away from anyone else. They’re yours to use. And sometimes, when you use them, they become something someone else needs. I could never have known, sitting there making that deck, where it would end up or who it might reach. I just had to make it and let it go out into the world. I think it is sad that we need permission slips at all. That we have to formally write ourselves a note to be allowed to be who we already are. There is something in that which makes my heart ache for all of us - for every woman has subconsciously had to make herself small to stay safe. And yet, for now, I think we do need them. Because the conditioning is real, and it is deep, and it doesn’t go away just because we noticed it. So we can write the slip and give ourselves the permission, over and over, until one day maybe we forget we ever needed it. The permission is a way we can practice remembering that we were always allowed – even though we didn’t realize it. We are allowed to be ourselves. And for me, that includes the part of me who cries in supermarkets. The woman whose feelings live close to the surface. Who makes friends with random people while buying milk and eggs. I still cry. I still sometimes tell people more than I intended to. I’m still sensitive. The difference is that I’m trying not to make that part of myself wrong anymore. And that has been very freeing. Just as I don’t want to hide the things I’m good at, I don’t want to hide the things I feel. They’re both me. Maybe I have been too much for some people. Too emotional. Too capable. Too sensitive. Too something. But maybe “too much” is sometimes just what we call ourselves when who we are makes someone else uncomfortable. We don’t have to keep making ourselves smaller because of that. We don’t have to live our lives with the focus

  4. Aug 22

    Becoming Unapologetically Me

    I am one of those people who cry in supermarkets if they are upset. I can’t hold it in. I often have my sunglasses on. Mascara running down my face (the amount I cry, I should really only wear waterproof mascara). In the supermarket, and other “inappropriate” places, I have overshared with people I barely know. Told them things that were on the surface that I couldn’t push down. And sometimes has a vulnerability hangover from sharing too much. In my family, I am known as the emotional one. For my entire life, my emotions have lived close to the skin, not buried deep or pushed down. I felt self-conscious about this growing up, and even now with my family, I joke that I am the emotional one so that I can say it before they say I am being too sensitive, or too emotional. I feel things. And I feel them deeply. And immediately. I don’t have the ability to hide or mask them, and I don’t know why that is. I would try to keep it all tucked away, and it would leak out anyway, in my face, in my voice, in tears escaping. I spent a lot of time doing this exhausting thing where I felt I had to hide a huge part of who I am despite me being so bad at hiding my feelings. Interestingly, this ties in with another part of me that I have tried to minimize over the years. And it’s strange because it sounds like a good problem to have. I learned early on to hide the things I am naturally good at and that come easily to me. In my final year of high school, I had glandular fever. I was unwell and could barely get out of bed, so I barely studied. Despite this, I still did really well. And I remember a friend being so annoyed with me, because she had worked so hard, and her results came in below mine. Instead of feeling proud of my results, I felt embarrassed. Like I had done something wrong by being good at it without the struggle. I love learning. I always have. I pick up new things quickly, technology especially. And somewhere along the way I got the message that this was a bit much too. That having gifts that come easily is something to play down, to apologize for, so that other people do not feel bad or inadequate. So I experienced this odd mixture of feeling too much and being too capable. When I look at these two things, side by side, I can see they were the same lesson, I experienced over and over again. Make yourself smaller so everyone else is comfortable. Do not feel so much. Do not shine so bright. Apologize for the space you take up. And I know I am not the only one, because this is everywhere right now. I see so many midlife women writing about it on Substack. The reflexive sorry. The saying sorry when someone else bumps into us. The softening of every opinion so it does not offend people or get you cancelled. The over-explaining and justification of why we are allowed to want the thing we want. A lot of women have picked unapologetic as their word for this year, as if we all reached the same point at the same time. The point where we are done shrinking, even if we are not quite sure how to stop. Which brings me to a tool I fell in love with about seven years ago from Brene Brown. She calls them permission slips. And the story of how she started is my favorite part. The morning she was going to meet Oprah for the first time, she was terrified, and so serious, and so in her head about it. And her daughter texted her to check she had signed a permission slip for a school trip. And Brené sat on the edge of the bed and thought, I need one of those. I need permission to stop being so serious and just enjoy this. So, she wrote herself a note on a Post-it. Permission to be excited and goofy and have fun. And that was the first of hundreds she went on to write. The idea is simple and it works. You write yourself a permission slip for how you want to show up. Permission to take up space. Permission to not be perfect. Permission to feel. Permission to want more. It is a permission slip from you for you. You are the one granting permission to yourself. And while I love permission slips, and did a course with Brené and Oprah online where we created our own, my new question is why do we even need one? Why does a grown woman need to write herself a note giving herself permission to have fun, or to rest, or to want something, or to be good at what she is good at? Somewhere along the way, the authority over our own selves got handed to somebody else or to the collective “them.” And we have been waiting ever since to be excused, like children putting our hand up, hoping to be allowed to use the bathroom. (My son’s school has banned toilet breaks during class time as kids were vaping in the loos, so we have discussed this a lot in our house.) I think for many women in midlife, we were raised to be good girls. To put others first. As I mentioned in a previous episode/post, I was at the funeral of a wonderful young mother and the eulogies that were delivered all said the same thing, she never said a bad word about anyone, she always put others first. We have been made to feel like that is what it means to be a “good woman.” We were raised to be nice. Do not make a fuss. Do not be too loud, too much, too big for your boots. As with many things I am sharing in Fully Expressed, it comes back to safety. And I have only come to realize just how much the need for safety effects us as women. From an early age, we may have learned that being fully ourselves was not safe. That we might be judged, or rejected, or left out, or brought down. So of course, our brain new what it was doing and it subconsciously programmed us to make ourselves smaller to stay safe. Then as adults, we encountered the same lessons in workplaces, in marriages, in friendships. And we did it without realizing it. If you listened to the witch wound episode, you may hear the echo here too. It comes back to the same thing: when it doesn’t feel safe to be seen, we learn to shrink. I couldn’t stop thinking about those permission slips. I wanted something I could hold, something beautiful, that would keep giving me permission for the things I found hardest. So, I made a deck of permissions slips and sold them online. Permission to have fun. Permission to be more joyful. Permission to do daggy dancing in my kitchen. Permission to shine brightly. Permission to stop hiding who I am. Since I made that deck, and started actually living by it, my life has changed for the better. The part I love is not just what it did for me. It is what it did once it left my hands and the life that deck had without me off doing it’s own thing. One of my coaching clients, who does Reiki healings, started offering a card from the deck to people as they left her sessions. They would take one on the way out, whatever they were meant to receive that day. And people loved it so much that she kept buying more packs. Then one day I got an email from a man in Newcastle, Australia. He had been in rehab hospital. And in one of his art therapy classes, they had used my deck. He was so touched by the card he received that when he got out, he went looking for it online, found my deck, and ordered his own set. To this day, I have no idea who that art therapist was. A person I have never met, in a hospital I have never been to, put one of my cards into the hands of a man I will never meet, at a moment when he really needed it. And it reached him. It touched him enough to go and buy his own copy. I did not know any of that was happening while it was happening. The deck took on a life of its own, and went and did its work places I will never know. And that is the thing about our gifts. When we stop hiding them, they go out and reach people we will never know about, in ways we would never have planned. But only if we let them out in the first place. The man in the hospital got that card because one day I gave myself permission to make the thing, and to put it into the world with my name on it. And when I think back to that girl who learned to play down what came easily to her, I wish I could tell her this: Your gifts aren’t something you need to apologize for. They aren’t taking anything away from anyone else. They’re yours to use. And sometimes, when you use them, they become something someone else needs. I could never have known, sitting there making that deck, where it would end up or who it might reach. I just had to make it and let it go out into the world. I think it is sad that we need permission slips at all. That we have to formally write ourselves a note to be allowed to be who we already are. There is something in that which makes my heart ache for all of us - for every woman has subconsciously had to make herself small to stay safe. And yet, for now, I think we do need them. Because the conditioning is real, and it is deep, and it doesn’t go away just because we noticed it. So we can write the slip and give ourselves the permission, over and over, until one day maybe we forget we ever needed it. The permission is a way we can practice remembering that we were always allowed – even though we didn’t realize it. We are allowed to be ourselves. And for me, that includes the part of me who cries in supermarkets. The woman whose feelings live close to the surface. Who makes friends with random people while buying milk and eggs. I still cry. I still sometimes tell people more than I intended to. I’m still sensitive. The difference is that I’m trying not to make that part of myself wrong anymore. And that has been very freeing. Just as I don’t want to hide the things I’m good at, I don’t want to hide the things I feel. They’re both me. Maybe I have been too much for some people. Too emotional. Too capable. Too sensitive. Too something. But maybe “too much” is sometimes just what we call ourselves when who we are makes someone else uncomfortable. We don’t have to keep making ourselves smaller because of that. We don’t have to live our lives with the focus

  5. Aug 14

    The Witch Wound: Why It Hasn't Felt Safe to Be Seen

    [You can listen to this as a podcast or read below. In the podcast, I share more than in the writing below, so I encourage you to listen. Scroll down for music and a poem relating to this topic of the Witch Wound. There’s also some images I generated with Midjourney.] I once set up a room in my house especially for seeing clients. I got the business cards printed. I built a website. I’d done all the training. And then I saw one person. One. And I could never bring myself to see anyone again. I had this innate and unexplainable fear of working as a healer or being an intuitive. It wasn’t because I didn’t believe in the work. I’d been drawn to healing since I was very young. I was reading Louise Hay in my early teens – Heal Your Body (and I still have the little blue companion book that lists all the ailments and their probable causes). From my late teens and early twenties and on from there, I trained in modality after modality. Pranic healing. Reiki. I trained as a death doula, and a birth doula. When I trained in EFT, I travelled down to Melbourne, did all of it, came home, and I used it every single day on myself. I believed in it completely. I just couldn’t bring myself to share it with anyone else. And it happened again and again. I’d train in something, pour my time and energy into learning, I’d get right to the edge of stepping into it and working with people, and then something would pull me back. You wouldn’t believe how many domain names I have purchased over the years for various healing businesses I wanted to start. For a long time, I thought there was something wrong with me. I couldn’t understand how my love of healing could not be translated into working with people. It was really confusing. I have since come to realize that perhaps I am carrying what’s known as a Witch Wound. I know this sounds very out there and very woo. And if you don’t believe in past lives like I do, then bear with me as I explore this with you. In this lifetime, I don’t identify as a “witch” but the things I am interested in are witch-life – the moon cycle, manifesting, healing, natural remedies, intuition. And I feel like women across the ages have been punished for their gifts in these areas. I don’t think you have to identify or call yourself a witch to be impacted by the Witch Wound. Join a growing community of midlife women who are done playing small and ready to express their soul’s music. From my understanding, the witch wound is the inherited, bone-deep fear of being persecuted for our gifts. For our power, being too much, too outspoken, standing up for what is right. For centuries, women who were those things were punished for it. The women burned and drowned and hanged as witches were so often just women who stood out. Healers. Midwives. Women who knew things. Women who wouldn’t comply. And the theory, which I feel in my body as true, is that the fear of being seen and punished for our power got passed down through the generations. And it still runs in us. It can make us hide our gifts out of fear. I can see the Witch Wound like a thread running through my own life in a few different ways, and you might recognize some of them in yours. I knew that I had a fear of persecution because as a young child, I was terrified that I would go to jail for a crime I didn’t commit. This was such real fear for me. As a little girl, I was often falsely accused of things I hadn’t done, including by my brothers, so I learned early that I could be innocent and still be punished. Being blamed for something I didn’t do was a real and present danger. It taught my young nervous system that being singled out is unsafe. That visibility itself can get you punished, whether you did anything wrong or not. All those times I trained as a healer and I was about to work with people, I felt like I was like I was standing in concrete and couldn’t step forward. For years, I was perplexed by the polarity of loving training in healing modalities and so scared to use those modalities. There was a part of me that I couldn’t control that believed that being a visible, powerful healer was dangerous. And historically, it was. Healers were exactly the women who got persecuted. So, every time I got close to fully claiming that role, some ancient part of me hit the brakes to keep me safe. My subconscious was trying to keep me safe and protect me from danger, even when my mind couldn’t fully understand it. So many of us built our businesses following the bro marketing playbook. The aggressive tactics. The fake scarcity. The manipulation. The push, push, push. And a lot of us did it for years even though it made our skin crawl, because we were told that was how you succeed, and we didn’t feel safe doing it our own way. We may have betrayed our own knowing because we watched how others became successful. And if you’re like me, you now want to build our business your own way. Marketing from trust instead of pressure. Aiming for win-win instead of just win. And building a relationship with our clients who you genuinely care about. I love the women I work with and that’s important to me. So, if you’ve ever done what I did, trained for the thing and never launched it, written the book and never published it, had the gift and kept it hidden, started and stopped and started and stopped, you are not alone. You were not a failure. You were unconsciously protecting yourself from danger. There is nothing wrong with you. There is something very old moving through you, and it was trying to help keep you safe. Thankfully, this wound can be worked with. It can be cleared. For me it is happening in layers, as most of us know when we peel the healing onion – one layer at a time, with a few tears. As you may know, I love to create music. My very first album was around Witch Wound and I called it The Sacred Ones. It explores how women have been told to hide their gifts, how we have been controlled and persecuted for being healers and intuitive. Interestingly, when I went to publish this album, it kept getting rejected for no reason and that’s why it wasn’t the first album I released, and it’s only on a couple of platforms due to being rejected. I haven’t had that issue with any of my albums. I listened The Sacred Ones album over and over again when I first created it. It fed my soul. I felt like I could reclaim my power. I then worked with a healer called Linda Nevin who worked with me specifically on the Witch Wounds. I don’t think I would be doing this podcast if I had not worked on my Witch Wounds with Linda or created the Sacred Ones album. My fear around being a healer was so fierce, that even now, I have moments of it lingering in the background trying to hold me back from speaking my truth. Part of the process for me was naming and claiming how women have been treated, the persecution, the fear, the silencing, of having to do deep healing work in secret. And then claiming how genuinely precious these healing gifts are. Knowing how much the world needs them. And acknowledging how much this fear of persecution has cost us. In a previous episode I talked about how I was at an event where we had to write down our biggest fear. Shockingly, nearly everyone wrote the same thing. The whole room of three hundred amazing women were afraid of being seen. That’s how afraid we are, and I do believe it could come from the persecution of women over the generations. As for me, I am not sure I am fully healed of this or if I am picking up on the collective fear, but through working with Linda and creating and listening to my album, The Sacred Ones, I feel bolder and less afraid. I still feel the fear sometimes like a soft whisper, but I am not letting that fear hold me back. This podcast, Fully Expressed, this is me walking straight into the wound. Putting myself out here, very vulnerably at times, where I could be judged. I’m doing it while I’m still afraid. I’ve just decided that hiding my gifts costs me more than the risk of sharing them. That’s what I think courage really is – doing what we are called to do despite the fear. The wound is still here in the psyche of the collective and a small shadow of it within me, but I am sharing myself in spite of it. And interestingly, we’re living through a time where so many of the old structures are falling down. The hard, rigid, purely masculine ways of doing things are cracking, and you can feel it everywhere. In Human Design they talk about us leaving the era of planning, the last four hundred years of building big collective structures, and moving into a new era, the era of the individual, where we come back to our own intuition and our own authority. It’s why we’re watching so many gurus fall off their pedestals. We’re done outsourcing our knowing. What the world needs now is more of the feminine way of being and doing. More healing. More people listening to their intuition. And caring for others. Interestingly, my life’s work in Human Design is the Right Angle Cross of Planning – what this means is that I have the gifts of the old era and as we move into the new era, we don’t want to destroy all the good things that we need like democracy (though we need a better more honest version), sanitation and sewage (we definitely don’t want this to go away), and the best of modern medicine. In the new era though, it’s about following your own intuition and doing things your way. Which I love. And I think we can all benefit from honoring our intuition more. When we hide our gifts, we are depriving the world of our light and our ability to have an impact on the lives of others and the planet as a whole. The world needs these gifts, and it needs them now, at the very moment we’ve been most afraid to offer them. So, you can’t wait until you feel 100% safe, confident or healed to share your gifts. I think the courage comes first, and the saf

  6. Aug 6

    Turning Lead Into Gold

    ▶️Prefer to listen? Click play above. I share a little more in the podcast and it feels a bit more personal, but if you prefer to read, it’s still juicy and you can follow along with the meditation and Futurecasting process. There is also a song! You can access these below as well. In April this year, I broke my own heart. I was in a relationship with someone I really loved, and who really loved me. But there were some serious issues on his side that weren’t going to change, things that were harming me and that I couldn’t fix no matter how much I loved him. So, I made the hard choice and I ended it. I broke my own heart, on purpose, because staying would have cost me more than leaving. And I was heartbroken. More than I imagined I would be. It wasn’t the kind of thing you get over in a week or two. And in the middle of all that, still raw, still nowhere near ready, not looking for anyone, I sat down and I wrote from the future. I imagined it was New Year’s Eve, the very end of 2026, and I wrote in the present tense, as if the whole year had already happened. And in it, I’d met someone. Someone amazing. I described the relationship, how it felt, the ease of it, as though it was already real and already mine. I did it almost as an act of faith, because I know this practice works, even when I’m not feeling hopeful. And I was not feeling hopeful. I’d been on so many first and second dates, and couldn’t face doing online dating again when I was recovered from my broken heart. And then this is what happened... I was scrolling Facebook while away for the weekend with my bestie, and I was in one of those singles groups, the kind that had never once popped up in my feed the whole time I’d been in my previous relationship. And suddenly, there it was. A photo of this really lovely guy, mountains behind him, out at Wilson’s Promontory in Victoria, Australia. I zoomed in, and he had the kindest eyes. So, I commented on his post, which is something I would never normally have done. We messaged back and forth a few times, then had a phone call where we chatted easily. Then we went on a first date. There was this really strong connection, straight away. Our date went for a few hours as we sat in a café having multiple cups of tea for me and coffee for him, followed by a walk around the local lake next to the café. It’s early days, we’ve been getting to know each and it’s been nearly three months now. But there he was. Weeks after I wrote him into being, while I was still heartbroken and absolutely not looking. So how does that happen? How do you write something from the future while you’re heartbroken and not even trying, and then watch it show up early? Is it magic? Is it woo? Is it just a nice coincidence I’m reading too much into? What I want to talk about today is that it’s a bit of everything. There is real science underneath this. There’s also, I believe, genuine mystery. And there’s a structure, an actual method, that makes it work far more reliably than crossing your fingers and hoping. It’s part brain chemistry, part paying attention, and part something I can only call alchemy and working from the superconscious. I first explored the word, alchemy, properly, when I read Paulo Coelho’s The Alchemist. It came out in English in 1993, and I read it as a young woman at university. And I loved it. It lit something up in me, this idea that when you truly want something, the whole world conspires to help you get it. Alas, loving this idea didn’t change my life because I had no idea what to actually do with it. I had the inspiration and none of the instructions. I had the wanting, but no structure for the wanting. And so, it just stayed a beautiful book on my shelf for a very long time. It took me until 2020 to find the structure despite watching The Secret and reading lots of books on manifesting. That’s when I started to properly studying alchemy and the creative process, through the work of William Whitecloud and his Natural Success teachings. And that changed everything, because it turned a lovely idea into an actual practice but even then, I needed something even more powerful, which I have termed Futurecasting. I’ve created so much from it, in my work, my creativity, my life. The heartbreak story I just told you is just the most recent one. And one of the things I learned that has stayed with me most is this: success isn’t personal. It’s not about being special, or chosen, or luckier than the next woman. Success follows structure. It follows principles. Which means it’s available to anyone willing to work with those principles. That took so much pressure off me, and it’s the opposite of what a lot of the manifesting world tells you. So, let’s start with the brain, because this is where it stops being woo and starts being fascinating. There’s a growing body of neuroscience showing that your brain cannot fully tell the difference between something vividly imagined and something real. When you picture an experience in enough detail, your brain lights up many of the same pathways it would use if you were actually living it. Imagine biting into a chocolate cake and your mouth waters. Imagine something frightening and your heart rate climbs, your body floods with adrenaline. Your body responds to the image, not just the event. Researchers describe it as a difference of degree, not kind. Your brain runs a kind of reality threshold, and when an imagined signal is vivid enough and emotional enough, it can cross that threshold and get treated as real. And here’s the part that matters most for us, and it’s why I keep talking about pleasure and the body on this podcast. Emotion is the amplifier. A dry, detached visualization does very little. But when you feel it, when you get in your body, put music on, let yourself actually experience the joy of the thing as if it’s happening, that’s when the brain really takes the imprint. Mental rehearsal done with feeling creates real changes. Athletes have used this for decades. So, when I wrote from that future New Year’s Eve, I wasn’t just listing what I wanted. I was feeling it as if it was already true and something I had already experienced. I let myself feel what it would be like to be loved well again. And my brain took that seriously. It was a remembering rather than an imagining. Then there’s the second piece, and this one is beautifully practical. Confirmation bias. We usually hear about confirmation bias as a bad thing, the way we only notice evidence that agrees with what we already believe. But it works powerfully in our favor too. Once you hold a clear, vivid vision of what you want, your brain quietly starts filtering the whole world for anything that matches it. It’s like when you’re thinking about buying a certain car and suddenly see that car everywhere. It was always there. You just weren’t tuned to see it. So, when you hold a vision of love, or a full bookshelf with your name on the spine, or a business that thrives, your attention re-tunes. You start noticing the opportunities, the openings, the people, that were probably there all along but that you were too closed or too busy or too heartbroken to see. Look for the good and you are genuinely more likely to see it. I don’t think the universe delivered a man to my door. I think I became someone who could notice him when he appeared, and open enough to say yes. But here’s where it becomes more than positive thinking, and where the alchemy really lives. Because just imagining nice things is not enough. And this is my problem with a lot of what’s out there right now, the be delusional, lucky girl version of manifesting, where you’re told to just believe hard enough and act as if. That version skips the most important step, and it can be a bit cruel, because when it doesn’t work, you’re left thinking you didn’t believe hard enough. As if it’s your fault. Real alchemy, the old alchemists were trying to turn lead into gold, has three parts, not one. First, yes, you need a strong, vivid vision of the gold, the thing you want – the desired end result. But second, and this is the step everyone skips, you have to look clearly and at your current reality. The lead. Where you actually are right now, no sugar-coating. And third, you build the bridge between the two. You find the path from here to there, and you take real steps along it. Action is required, not just wishful thinking. Vision, current reality, and the bridge between them. That’s the alchemy. And notice that it asks you to hold two things at once, the dream and the real truth of where you are, without collapsing into either one. Which, if you’ve been listening to this podcast for a while, is a thread that runs through everything I talk about. Holding two true things at the same time. Carl Jung took alchemy seriously, by the way, which I love, because it means this isn’t just fluffy. He read the old alchemical texts as a symbolic map of inner transformation. The turning of lead into gold was really about turning the raw, unformed self into a whole, realized one. He called it individuation. So, when I talk about alchemy, I’m not talking about magic tricks. I’m talking about a genuine process of transformation, one that serious minds have studied for a very long time. Now, where do I stand on all of this? I believe in both the science and I believe in the mystery. I don’t think you have to choose. I think there’s real brain chemistry here, real attention, real structure. And I also think there’s something we can’t fully explain, something a bit magic, in how fast that man arrived, in the timing of things, in the way life seems to move when you get clear. Science and mystery, living in the same two hands. And the other thing I want to say, is that I don’t do this from a place of force. I’m not white-knuckling my vision into being through sheer h

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