If I believed in signs

If I believed in signs

It’s time for me to put one foot in front of the other and walk this path — a solo trip for now. So, I thank all of you who have shown up as best you can, as have I. That’s all we can do in the moment, isn’t it? I may still share tales of my experiences from time to time and invite you to join me. 

Thank you, my lovely Wild Woman, it has been my great pleasure to see your light. 

Start 2018 with a winter reflection

Start 2018 with a winter reflection

January is the time of year when we typically make huge sweeping resolutions for great changes we plan to make, but this January, I invite you to take the pressure off of yourself and simply join me for some reflecting time.

There's a fire in my belly

There's a fire in my belly

’ve come to understand that although we are all Wild Women, we cannot fully immerse ourselves in our divine feminine and be the walking embodiment of whom are meant to be if we don’t first heal our Wounded Wild Child.

Journaling to the Deep — Wild Woman sacred journaling retreat

Journaling to the Deep — Wild Woman sacred journaling retreat

I can feel the fire in my sacral chakra each night as I lay trying to sleep. It wakes me up. It calls to me. "Create, create, create."

I am answering this call.

The wildchild within

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September has been really big for me. There has been much shifting and coming into my own, after the challenges of August. How about you?

This September I’ve had groups and people asking me to speak, trusted friends have asked me to co-create workshops with them, and I’ve allowed myself to step into the role of mother to wild women with wounded inner children. I think it has a lot to do with allowing myself to connect more and more with my own inner child, li’l kacky. In letting her speak, I’ve discovered she’s feisty and sassy and sometimes as mad as hell. Other times she is filled with love and tears and just wants to be held and comforted, for being the precious child she is.

Just writing that sentence, makes my eyes fill. She is just so darned grateful to be acknowledged. Do you feel it too? Does the little girl inside of you cry and rage for attention, and then become the sweetest light when you give her what she needs?

That was us as children my lovelies... So much pain and sadness, and misunderstanding that makes us feel so bad and unworthy of love and happiness as adults.

Seriously, it just breaks my heart to think that the beautiful angels inside of you and me are hurting so much. When I think of her this way, it has been so much easier to be tender to myself. We can be the mother to our little girl that we never had as children. We can help her to feel safe, protected, loved.

The wildchild within

Last week I realized that our inner child is part of the Wild Woman within each of us. This Wildchild was born into our physical body as a perfect being that was completely and unadulteratedly herself. Pure.

That beautiful little girl we are is still in there.

We cannot separate them, but, we can integrate the Wildchild with the Wild Woman to more fully realize who we are. We simply need to love, nurture, and protect our Wildchild, so she can help us be who we were meant to be.

I’ve been given the information from Spirit that there is one more part of the fully realized Wild Woman within each of us — the Crone. I can’t wait to see what she has to say and bring to this awesome party!

I invite your wildchild to play!

In the 7-Day Wild Woman Journaling Challenge, which begins Monday, September 25th, I’m refreshing the content to include some Wildchild work as well. There will be a special invitation to those who desire to feel pure and brave and ready to uncage their Wild Woman to experiment with me — by allowing your own little girl to tell us what she needs. This is the last call for this session of the Challenge:


Discover your SELF at Journaling to the Deep

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JOURNALING TO THE DEEP

October 13 to 15, 2017 at La Solitude at Pré d'en Haut, New Brunswick

She's there in all of us — the Wild Woman that can never be tamed. She is deeply authentic and in tune with the cycles of nature. She wants to help you live your life with passion and purpose. In Journaling to the Deep, you will get in touch with your Wild Woman through a series of journaling questions, group discussion, and one-to-one sessions. For more information: 


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kathy mercure is a storyhealer, storylistener, and storyteller. Her life’s work is to gently draw stories from her students to help them find their voice and heal their stories through journaling. Her passion is to support women in realizing their true identity as Wild Women, claiming their passions, and speaking their truths as they become their most authentic selves. (Photo by EagleSpirit Soul Shots)

 

You are not broken...

You are not broken...

I’m supposed to tell you that you are broken and that I can fix you. Bullocks! You are not broken — you are magnificent and despite the crap you've been through in your life, you are ready to become the Wild Woman you were meant to be...

The warp and weft of self-love and self-care

The warp and weft of self-love and self-care

You can get a sense of what it means to be self-loving if you imagine what it was like in your own childhood. What made you feel loved? Did you feel more loved by getting a toy you wanted, or by being seen and valued for who you are? 

#IAMCOURAGE

#IAMCOURAGE

If your vulnerability can help even one person, you are making the world a better place with your light. So, I say, take off the mask — you don’t have to share your whole freak show of a life all at once — but think of the mask as gauze bandages that are taken off one layer at a time.

On Mothers and Mothering (fierce love and nudging)

 There is so much around the mother wound, the mother legacy that makes us who we are. Today I wish my own mother were here too so I could fold myself into her fleshy comforting embrace, but she comes to me in spirit and I can feel her presence as I write this.  PIN to read later, or save to your journaling to heal page. 

When I was working with my wild women in my 7-Day Wild Woman Journaling Challenge last week (and still) I felt these nestlings in my group were finding their way. I felt overwhelming love and protection for them. And as the week progressed and the day's journaling questions got deeper and asked more of them, they so needed my encouragement and my ability to see them for the divine wild women they already are. And on the last day, when we wrote about what their personal vision of their own wild woman was, I knew these fledglings were ready to fly. I felt so proud of them for embracing their beautiful souls and seeing the possibilities. It was an exhausting process.I put so much of my heart into it.

And today I feel, it was as much for me as it was for them.

There is so much around the mother wound, the mother legacy that makes us who we are.

 My mom in 1989, three years before her death...

My mom in 1989, three years before her death...

Today I wish my own mother were here too so I could fold myself into her fleshy comforting embrace, but she comes to me in spirit and I can feel her presence as I write this. I wish I had more pictures of my mother as she got older, but I didn’t take them, feeling as though she would always be there. And the ones I have, make me cringe a bit because my body is so like hers and some days I don’t want to face that truth.

I am my mother. Even though I chose not to be a biological mother, I mother. And I am learning that I can take the beautiful parts of my mother, use her medicine, and leave the rest behind.

 Mother's Day 1992. We all gathered to share her last Mother's Day with us. My birthday always falls at the same time as Mother's Day, so it was extra special now. I organized everyone to buy her a family ring with all of our birthday's in it. I received it when she died and one day, it was gone... lost forever. 

Mother's Day 1992. We all gathered to share her last Mother's Day with us. My birthday always falls at the same time as Mother's Day, so it was extra special now. I organized everyone to buy her a family ring with all of our birthday's in it. I received it when she died and one day, it was gone... lost forever. 

My mother died far too young — filled with regret and shame. As much as I wish she were still here, it was her ultimate gift to show me that her way was not the path for me. I don’t have to be my mother in all ways. I am a wild woman in my heart and I am growing to accept all of my bits, bringing the shadow to the light and letting it go of it all. It is one of the steps in embracing the wholeness of me so that I can refine and re-envision who I want to be as a Wild Woman Crone.

Today is a day for gentleness… My heart is tender and wide open. Today I won’t stop the tears that want to fall. I have earned them.

Today I will mother myself.


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kathy mercure is a storyhealer, storylistener, and storyteller. Her life’s work is to gently draw stories from her students to help them unblock their writing, find their voice, and heal their lives. Her passion is to support women in realizing their true identity as wild women, claiming their passions, and speaking their truth as they become their most authentic selves. (Photo by EagleSpirit Soul Shots)

 

The completely bearable lightness of be-ing

The completely bearable lightness of be-ing

My mind wants me to believe that I should be working, working, working to earn money in my business, but my soul was telling me to sit in front of the ocean and listen and feel and breathe. Thankfully, I indulged my soul instead of my mind.