The 10 years I spent in the Corporate world in my 20's sure were a "spiritual practice".
The spiritual practice of trying to hide my true identity.
One particular board (bored) meeting springs to mind for me. I was 29, in an English summer, stuck in a mahogany board room with 12 very well to do English gentlemen - average age 93.
We were discussing something so boring, I had to start drinking the black coffee and eating copious mints just to maintain a heart beat.
When it came my turn to speak, I started to get the giggles (inwardly) as I had an almost out of body experience and realised that I was actually 'acting'.
Wrinkly eyes peered at me, and I feared I would actually break in to song.
But not wanting to break character, I played the game.
Acted my role so well. Heads nodded.
I knew staying in this world would kill 'me'. The truth was melting out of me like caramello chocolate. It could not be contained.
Sure I would be alive in body, but where would the gregarious, emotional, alive, funny, weird, kooky, spiritual, sensitive, caring, empathic being be?
Who would I turn in to if I couldn't use my Soul gifts. If I couldn't serve and be served doing what I loved?
I'd love to say I threw my shoulder padded jacket down, turned on my heels and moon-walked out of that meeting.
But the truth was far more painfully slow.
Reclaiming myself, being okay with being me, giving myself permission to create a sacred life that made ME happy has been the #!$#!#$!#$ hardest journey of my life.
A journey that I'm still walking.
Thats what I help women to do to create a 'Sacred life' by....