What a blessing to be off-grid, especially to be out of the smoky air in the Okanagan. What is one thing you are grateful for today?

Become present, listen, and write together. 9:00 AM PDT — 30-minute Co-writing with Portal Pals 11:00 AM PDT — 60-minute VIP Sacred Writing Session Explore authority through a short Soul Talk and Sacred Writing experience. 6:00 PM PDT — 20-minute Soul Talk in the Catalyst Community Check the calendar to access each of these events. What might you hear when you stop trying to find the right words? P.S. If you're writing a book, there's also a weekly 60-minute coaching conversation inside the new Self-Publishing Skool.

I love the sacred writing sessions, I let the energy flow and guide my project and my pen. Today, the pen had me ponder how I am playing with fun ideas and ignoring the tough ones. I have one project that makes me cry every time I put focus to it. It's a happy ending, but there is dark truth before you get to bright light of it. Writing is a very spiritual practice for me, one that I am dedicate to everyday. Today I wrote this in my journal then transcribed to ChatGPT Then I promised myself to dedicate at least 1 day a week to the project with all the knots that tends to allow me to unravel my own truth. Titled: Knot to Become Undone. Here is the piece that was produced in today's Sacred Writing Session. 🪢Knot to Become Undone The hardest piece of writing is the one with the knot. Not a nautical knot that I can teach someone, or someone can teach me. Not a knot made with rope and practiced hands. This is the knot that was tied in fear. Quick. Tie it up. Too loose, and everything unravels. But with every stroke of my pen, it unravels mindfully. The wound that was dismissed. The hurt that was forgotten. The tightness tied so tightly that I could no longer see it. Slowly, word by word, it comes undone. Writing is my spiritual practice. I dream of truth. I laugh at the wholesomeness I feel. I feel seen by myself, for myself, all by myself. I write for me. Short stories and posts can be fun, flowery and shared with friends. And I love them for that. But I must still return to the difficult one—the one where every phrase leads me closer to the darker truth. Why is the truth so dark? It is hidden by this rope that casts a shadow from in all directions. All you can see is the rope. The truth is suffocating underneath it. There is a lesson there. And the lesson wants to be seen. By me—the person. By me—the writer. It wants to be understood. And perhaps, eventually.. ..It wants to be shared. Because when it all makes sense, the knot I made becomes something others can learn from.