I am so glad you are here.
If I could, I would open the door, invite you in, usher you to the most comfy of couches, pour you some tea, and revel in having all the time in the world to get to know you, witness your story, and hear your heart.
This IS what I’m inviting…
You. Your story. Your heart. All of it is sacred ground.
And all of it, all of you, is what I support and strengthen
in any and every sacred way I can.
Here’s one way – even as we begin: A short-and-sweet, every-Sunday-morning email from my heart to yours. I call them GRACEnotes. Completely free and yes, just a bit of the sacred support and strength you deserve.
And by way of introduction, read a bit of my story…
“I believe that owning our worthiness is the act of acknowledging that we are sacred.”
I LOVE this quote.
The problem most of us face though, is that we have not been taught or shown how (or given permission) to do this. We do not believe. We lack faith in ourselves, our worthiness, our voice, our courage, our beauty, our wisdom, our sovereignty.
And the litany of ways this impacts us as women? I could go on and on.
(I do go on and on…)
“I believe that the stories we’ve been told (and the ones we tell ourselves) too-often undermine our worthiness, dull our experience of the sacred, and influence how we see ourselves as women in this world.”
Let’s reclaim and reimagine the stories we’ve been told.
Let’s heal the stories we tell ourselves.
And let’s pursue any and every way in which we can live into all of who we are – without apology or restraint.
This is most-definitely sacred ground.
My use of the word sacred is highly intentional.
For me, it means all that delights, all that you desire, all that is deep and rich and divine and numinous and beautiful and wise and joyous and passionate and miraculous and and and…all that you deserve.
Let’s be honest, though. That’s not where most of us go when we hear the word. Many of us associate it with religion, dogma, doctrine, dos and don’ts, rules, restraint, restriction…
It is no wonder we bristle a bit at its mention.
I want to reclaim the sacred.
I want to walk toward, run toward, what ushers me (and you) into the sacred that dwells within us, around us, everywhere.
Reclaiming what is sacred – our own definition and understanding of such – is what returns us to every bit of the worthiness, value, and sovereignty that is already and always has been ours.
It’s what I love to talk about, explore, and invite above all else.
Let’s go there. Into the sacred. Together.
Since I cannot pour you that cup of tea, maybe brew one for yourself. Then take your time, make yourself at home, wander around, and discover ways in which I walk alongside as you recognize, experience, and honor the sacred that is (already) yours; that dwells within you, your story, and your heart (with or without the comfiest of couches).
I promise: nothing scary happens when you click the button above.
It takes you to a page that shows a myriad of ways in which I work,
what I offer, where I’m showing up, and then some.
Ronna takes my hand and guides my words through a flame. We sit, side-by-side and watch as that flame licks away the old beliefs, the shoulds, the supposed to’s and the false narratives. The words that come through the other side are clean. Pure. Truer than true… and wholly mine. It is truly a sacred experience.
Ronna Detrick looks you in the eye. And she listens. And when she speaks, you can see her pulling down wisdom from St. Theresa to Simone de Beauvoir through the filter of her own lived experience, to give you a gem of grace – or grit. And, she can write – like a poet on a practical mission. Like a feminist with faith.
Where I definitely go on and on. Because I can. Because I must. Because this is my heart. Sacred, to be sure.
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