Being an HSP, multipotentialed entrepreneur

Doing some project planning, I looked at my upcoming events and YIKES! is there a lot happening. Events and classes to facilitate; projects to develop, self-care practices to practice… It’s joyous tangle of quiet creativity and sharing what I’ve created with people.

I both LOVE and DREAD when my work finds this rhythm.

My multipotentialed self is like a kid blowing bubbles — laughing, sticky, and totally in her element.

My highly sensitive self — especially my conscientiousness — is freaking out a bit. Ok, maybe a lot.

In the middle of it all, Tracie-the-center is busily weaving, weaving, weaving together the threads, doing my best to stay in the flow of crafting a coherent fabric rather than staging a great unraveling. (To be fair to great unravellings, at some times of year or certain places in life they can be exactly what’s needed.)

It’s messy and imperfect, creative and thrilling, worrying and rewarding. It’s what building a business is like when the world looks a giant rubber band ball of possibilities and you feel it so intensely it’s like life is literally singing in your nervous system.

Being who and how I am invites me to go at life and business differently. Especially business.

I’ll be talking to folks about approaching work and business differently at the Health & Healing Fair at Anahata Yoga & Wellness this Saturday, October 21. Just stop by my table any time from 11 am – 2 pm and ask me one burning question about your business or career. We’ll peer into the works and see what holistic answers await you. No charge.

If you’re inspired to offer cash for your question, I’ll donate it to support the beautiful healing work done by Kathy and the amazing practitioners of Anahata.

Speaking of healing…there will be a bunch of wonderful healers at the Fair, offering 20 minute sessions for just $20. How blissy is that?

Hoping to see you Saturday!

P.S. If you are intrigued by doing business differently, one of those projects I’m developing is group and individual coaching and classes in business basics for yogis and other magical body-centered practitioners. Add yourself to the email list to be the first to know when it’s ready to go!

The best TLC

Sometimes the most important things can be said in a few sentences.

  • We are clearer, happier, more effective practitioners when we feel connected.
  • We build our bridges of connection through our senses.
  • Our senses need nourishment so they can continue connecting.
  • Scent is the most direct way to nourish our senses.

Come to Scent of Hope on June 4, 2017 in Chestnut Hill, PA if you are a therapist, coach, yoga teacher, any kind of healing arts practitioner.

What you learn will help you expand the ways you can support your clients … and nurture your compassionate, giving, beautiful self.

Register here: Scent of Hope Registration

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The leading edge of leadership

Tumultuous, yet full-of-potential edges between seasons always make me think about life transitions. Those transitional edges between the here and there of our career, relationship, or self-discovery we all walk at times. For me, one of those self-discovery edges has been my ongoing dance with redefining and reclaiming the idea and practice of leadership.

With typical multipotentialite intensity, I’ve been researching and reading and experimenting. You know, consuming everything I can find. Using my high sensitivity’s perceptiveness to really feel into the information and integrate it in self-nourishing ways.

Claiming our personal version of leadership is really important for we highly sensitive, renaissance souled, introverted folks. In our working lives, having a clear sense of ourselves as a leader helps us…

  • manage teams and projects with more confidence
  • mentor team members and colleagues so they in turn nurture projects and each other
  • speak up and out more or more effectively
  • manage relationships with challenging people more effectively
  • be proactive about our work path/career.
  • be responsive to situations rather than reactive
  • network with greater confidence
  • participate in negotiations more effectively
  • market effectively – without feeling icky (yes – that’s the technical term)
  • be more strategic with planning and creating systems

True leadership is a holistic practice inspired by the way nature structures thriving ecosystems. It allows space for the sacred, for thoughtful discourse, for critical thinking, for intuition, for creativity and flow. It listens carefully for all voices. 

True leaders are exquisitely honest with themselves about their gifts and challenges. They observe, listen deeply, and learn constantly. They understand projects, teams, communities, and movements have a unique rhythm, an ebb and flow of needs that must be noticed, interpreted, and tended by a dynamic and collaborative community of co-leaders. True living leaders become leaders because their unique perspective is necessary in that moment.

Leadership is NOT someone at the top of a heirarchy telling everyone else what to do. Leaders aren’t leading because they are the oldest, loudest, biggest, strongest, or longest in the position. That’s dominating. It can tip over into bullying. And we’ve had quite enough of it in the world.

Intrigued? I decided to create a circle welcoming and nurturing openhearted, thoughtful conversations about leadership.

I’m calling it Leadership As Sacred Practice. This will be a place where I can share all that I’ve learned and experienced about true, living leadership: information and insights from the practical systems theory of Margaret J. Wheatley to the intuitive teachings of the earth.

A place where we can dive into all of this information and make new meaning together. A space where self-discovery and self evolution are encouraged. Where all voices are welcome. And community is co-created. Because community is essential to living leadership.

I’d LOVE to have you join us. Questions? You can find the full details on the Leadership As Sacred Practice page. Or, use the contact form here to email me

Don’t silence that thought….please!

About You And Me

I was paging through books I love recently, open to inspiration but not really paying attention when I  read the quote below.  It snapped me into mindful presence like a cold wind to the face.

“… in this participative universe, nothing living lives alone. Everything comes into form because of relationship. We are constantly called to be in relationship — to information, people, events, ideas, life. Even reality is created through our participation in relationships. We choose what to notice; we relate to certain things and ignore others. Through these chosen relationships, we co-create our world.” ~ Margaret J. Wheatley, Leadership and the New Science

This isn’t the first time I’ve read these words, but they made a deeper sense today. Think about them for a moment… “Through these chosen relationships, we co-create our world.”

If we keep our thoughtful, compassionate, mindfully conceived words and actions to ourselves – if we don’t reach out and offer ourselves in relationship – people don’t have the chance to choose to see us or themselves differently through the lens of that new relationship.

Think about how much is lost when we don’t offer or accept that invitation to deepen our perspectives. We have no idea how deeply we might effect someone’s life. But we will certainly not fulfill that promise if we are silent; if we don’t reach out and offer or accept new relationships.

What relationship might you build today? What new idea or person might you invite into your life?

How an HSP found the courage to speak out

Once upon a time, there was a shy little girl with a timid little voice who never, never told people what she was feeling from the world around her.  It felt dangerous to let people know what she was observing, you see. So, she silently blended in, laying in the waving grasses, watching worlds unfold: insect and seed, wind and water, tree and leaf. Reading, thinking, but mostly listening.

One day, the earth under her belly seemed to whisper. It had always thrummed, like her own heart, but this new sound seemed almost like a ……. word?

So she pressed her ear closer, not minding the tickling from her grass friends, and held her breath so the whooshing sound it made wouldn’t get in the way. There is was again. That soft, gentle, whisper…

She laid her cheek on the earth, spread her arms wide, touching the ground with as much of herself as she could. This time, her whole body listened with a stillness she’d only seen happen those times when the world inhales right before a storm crashes through murky air and clogged streams.

The sound welled up through her muscles, nerves, and bones. It pulsed in her stomach and lungs, finally settling in her heart. It felt as if the earth was asking, “Beloved. Are you listening?”

A storm of love and acceptance swept through her lonely heart. A flash flood of understanding landed her in clear channels of strength. The earth – the whole planet – was a part of her and she a part of it. She belonged. She belonged in ways her soft, wide-open child’s mind didn’t yet understand.

The little girl kept listening….and feeling….and belonging…and when the time was right, when she felt strong and grounded and clear, she began to speak. Quietly. Firmly. With great love and infinite kindness. She unfurled her sensitive, deeply perceptive, introspective heart and, with a deep, woodsy breath of trust, spun the waiting words into the world.

If you’re craving this kind of belonging….or to unfurl your sensitive heart…a session might help. 

Occupy Your Resilience

A young redtail hawk has moved into the trees along our tiny stream.

His “screeee!” slices through my prevaricating when I’m untethered and floundering. I’m forced to stop chasing the monkeys in my mind and focus outward. To him.

He (I’m almost certain the hawk is a young male) hunts our wet meadow most days. Sitting on an empty oak branch, utterly still, it’s like he’s staging his own “Occupy” movement. “Occupy my hawkness.”

I’ve found that I really admire his dogged determination. He sat on that branch through the snows and ice storms of late winter, feathers puffed, head tucked. Occasionally dropping languidly to skim the surface of the piling snow and loop up on a different branch.

Unruffled. The hawk abides.

He takes what the ecosystem tosses his way, whether it’s sleet or slow-moving voles. Even the relentless crows who dog him as he hunts. He occupies. He trusts. He gives as good as he gets. Especially to any crow who gets careless when they tussle. (I know it’s unfair to take sides, but I’m usually pulling for him when they do.)

He is embedded in his ecosystem. He’s resilient.

The natural world is our most skilled teacher of all things resilience. To learn, though, it takes not just distant observation, but remembering that we are also nature. That through watching with empathy – through a kind of communion – we’re opening up access to our own native resilience skills.

Believe, use your native skills, persist.

Naturalists and scientists call it anthropomorphizing when we attribute human emotions and motivations to animals.

I call it exploring our kinship. Finding a way to relate. Finding a common vocabulary of gesture, action, body language, since, at least outwardly, we don’t share a spoken language. It takes reaching across a self-created, self-perpetuated, self-destructive chasm between people and nature to find what we need to create relationship: the commonalities.

Even when we as people cross that gulf through spiritual communication (animal and nature communicators do this) the very human, very tangible part of us craves observable, personally experienced connection. With my young hawk friend, our intuitive connection can’t replace how it feels for me to live with and see him thrive, despite what life tosses his way.

You see, deep inside I know – know –  that I’m related to that resilient, determined, aerial artist and his cousins. And through our kinship I have access to what he does natively — thrives despite sleet, deep snow, scarce food, and thieving crows. I see him find that in himself, and am sparked to find it in myself.

When he flourishes I believe I can, too.

Obstacles be damned…

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A stream called me this morning. Not on the phone, though it was adamant enough that had it fingers phoning might have been an option. Instead it kept inserting an image of itself between me and whatever I tried to do. I could hear its gurgling rush laughing over rocks and urging me to “come here!” “Come here, now!”

Water is persistent by nature. It is patient. Even relentless. It will find its way through to where it needs to go. Nothing stops water from finally reaching its goal.

With that kind of relentlessness coming at me, of course I went to the stream. Sitting on a stone in soft spring rain, I listened to her rippling, rushing laughter. Caught her invitation to allow her rambunctious flow to break free the words stuck inside. Dragged out my pencil and notebook and wrote between the droplets pinging from the sky.

Water persists. She is part of everything, yet distinctly herself. She endures by giving way without ever giving up. Confronted with an obstacle she course-corrects, carves a new path, and goes on.

Today, water is my muse, my model, my mentor. She moves. I move. She flows. I flow. She understands stagnation is a kind of death. She’s teaching me resurrection.

Today, with my stream friend’s guidance, I’m finding a new path.

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