Wellbeing: The Complete Collection

feminine power

Disowning the feminine

In order to make our way in the world, many of us as women feel that we need to distance ourselves from aspects of the feminine such as being too emotional or passive, as they’ve been labeled as negative traits and a barrier to success for women in the masculine dominated workforce. Being a feminine

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starts-with-restlessness

It starts with restlessness

I wonder if it started this way for you, the path to waking up. To realizing that there was something more waiting for you than what you had been told, or seen, or believed. To seeing a glimmer of light in a crack of your life, creating an opening into your womanhood. Perhaps you started

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unprecedented

Your next moment is unprecedented

It doesn’t matter where you come from. It doesn’t matter who you were last week, last month, last year or last decade. It doesn’t matter what school you went to, who your friends are, how nice your parents were, or who your boss is. Your past is over. None of it matters now. What matters

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heroine's journey

The heroine’s journey

A woman’s journey is not linear. It’s not a straight line, and you can’t plot it on a graph. It’s cyclical, seasonal, emotional, relational. Women’s lives take place in the community, sitting in circle, gathering in tribes and in councils. The path of The Heroine’s Journey as developed by Maureen Murdock represents this, perhaps for

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patriarchy

Daughters of the patriarchy

Patriarchy. It’s a word I have only really come to understand in the past decade. That may seem surprising for someone who has researched women’s studies, diversity, gender, and feminine power so intently. With a naiveté that still makes me curious, I worked inside the structures that define the very patriarchy itself – the all

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Moving away from the mother

Moving away from the mother

“You look just like your mother.” It’s a sentence that used to make me cringe. As a teenager going through a decade-long rebellion, the very last thing I wanted to be told was that I looked like my mother. My mother was beautiful, feminine, gracious, polite and charming. She was the epitome of a lady.

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