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When Mama Earth has Spoken (and the art of surrendering to your purpose)

5/3/2022

As of Thursday, I only had two Warriors registered for this 4th Season of WARRIOR SCHOOL (launching tomorrow!!). I was overwhelmed with frustration and a bit of grief. WTF?!! Was the Universe telling me it wasn't meant to be this round? I am open to this as a possibility and trust in the divine, but WTF?? I could FEEL the energy of this round of Warriors-- the EARTH MAMA vibes were palpable. I could feel their mix of sassy and practical, powerful and magical, and sensual AF. But where were they??

My sister called and I burst into tears. My period had come HARD CORE that morning and it felt like an energetic and emotional dam had opened up. What should I do? I told her how I KNOW Mother Earth is in charge of this round of Warriors. I felt an urge to go into nature and make an offering to Mama Earth. To SURRENDER my ego's desires to have a certain number of registrations by a certain date. To REMEMBER that Mother Earth does NOT like to be rushed. There is no such thing as forcing or pressuring a seed to bust through the surface of the earth and bloom in the sun. F*ck. Once again I have to walk my damn talk. Once again WARRIOR SCHOOL is schooling me.

I remembered one of our guest facilitators, Anabel Vizcarra, sharing years ago about a woman's menstrual blood being sacred and related to the Mother Earth cycles. I felt called to go into the woods, give some of my blood, some red wine, and the ashes from the free form writing I had burned with my frustrations that morning to Mama Earth, with a beautiful mandala of flowers around it.

My sister was all in. Why? Because she's an F-ing Warrior that's why. She is magic and devoted. She "just happened" to have some blood red roses that were ready to be given back to the earth.

The day before I had gotten my nails done with shades of green and a pentagram star painted on my third nail. This symbol was coming forward strongly for this cohort of Warriors. My ego laughed skeptically at the idea of feeling the energy of the powerful cohort that DIDN'T YET EXIST. Ugh.

But what type of container does someone put her blood in? Ashes in? Wine in? "Oh yes! I have that tupperware container I saved from takeout last week!" I went into the cupboard to retrieve the tupperware. I went to open it and my mouth dropped open: there was a symbol etched into the plastic on the lid-- a pentagram star with a circle around it (see photo as I still don't fully believe it myself!). I laughed. Am I just hallucinating and losing my mind with all of this??

My sister and I went into the beautiful woods where we've gone many times before. I brought my takeout container of ash/blood/wine mix (this is sounding very biblical!! ;)), some flowers that were ready to decompose, and my sister brought the red rose petals from her bouquet. She said, "I feel like you should make a pentagram with sticks." I did, and arranged the flowers around it and sprinkled the deep red rose petals all around it in the shape of a circle.

I said a little prayer to Mother Earth, "Please show us what you need and help us to treat you better. Please help us anchor the Divine Feminine onto this Earth." I then poured my takeout mixture-- which now looked like charcoal water-- into the center of the pentagram star. It seeped into the Earth and I imagined all of my pain actually fertilizing the soil for the blooms to come.

My sister had one rose left in her bag-- it was a perfect bud (the rest were all individual petals). I placed that blood red rose bud in the center of the pentagram, on top of where I poured my offering.

We went on our way. I let go. I trusted. I remembered that Mother Earth blooms in her own timing. I surrendered to her.

The next day (Friday-- five days before the launch of Warrior School) I woke up feeling brand new. My energy had shifted. I was ready to be seen. I had an IG live interview with the amazing Christie Mann (another guest facilitator for Warrior School!) in which I felt like my purpose and vision were channeling through my words; I held a New Moon Visioning session and channeled a Mother Earth meditation that was powerful AF (and was honored to have two of our guest facilitators attend- Renee Benmeleh and Madeline Giles!); I had a sample session with a potential new coaching client who said YES. By the end of the day, I had 7 Warriors registered.

Over the weekend, I enjoyed myself. On the New Moon in Taurus, I attend a Beltane Blessing and Angelic Breath Healing offering by the amazing Madeline Giles. On Sunday morning, Beltane, I meditated outside with the sunrise as I listened to the lush chirping of the birds and croaks of the frogs. I watched as the sky opened up and rain came down. It was fertile and alive.

By the end of the day Monday, I had 9 Warriors registered (my minimum to run the cohort was 8!).

Today is Tuesday. We launch tomorrow. I am in full Trust that Mother Earth is bringing me the exact women that are needed for this magical and powerful circle. Will it be 9? Will it be 10 or 12? I know it will be perfect, and I am humbled by them already.

Why do I share this with you? Because as much as our logical minds and the patriarchal and white supremacist culture wants us to forget, we are tapped into deep and infinite sources of power, wisdom, and SOURCE within us. Through our bodies, our hearts, our higher minds and our spirits.

You have the Universe within you. You are held and supported. You can trust the timing of whatever you’re feeling into and going through.

I am humbled by Mother Earth and by the circle of Warriors emerging. I am honored to do this work. And my human self is STOKED (I never use that word!) to play with this cohort and watch as the Divine Feminine is UNLEASHED, yet again.

With Bright Green Leaves, Bumble Bees, and Butterflies,
Tina xoxo

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Being a WARRIOR in Times of War

3/29/2022

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For years now I have had this strange and powerful calling towards being a “Warrior.” On Martin Luther King, Jr. Day in 2018, I channeled the vision for Women Advocates Rising or “WAR” and realized when flipped on its head it spelled “RAW.” I strongly believe that being vulnerable, being raw, is the truest form of courage, of being a true Warrior. I have had vivid dreams of Women Warriors of past giving me messages for my leadership. During meditation, I have received clear messages of my purpose in this lifetime: I AM the Warrior Woman that Calls Forth Aliveness in Humanity.
But what the hell does this mean in the context of our current lifetime, living and working in the privileged existence that many of us have? How dare I call myself a Warrior when all my needs are met in every way and when actual war is taking place in our world? As we are confronted with vivid images barraging us of women and children fleeing their country by foot with nothing more than the clothes on their backs, it is calling me into a deepening of what it means to lead WARRIOR SCHOOL and this movement of empowering women leaders and advocates to rise and embrace their feminine leadership, to embrace their Inner Warriors.
These news stories make me weep with a deep grief. They call me to look at our current world and wonder: where the hell are we? How far have we really come? Depending where you are in our world, you can see current stories of an entire range of time all at once, like thousands of years are all spanning within the now. Some of us sitting in our privileged worlds, our cushy homes, on our strong internet, numbing our minutes with scrolling and wondering what we want in this lifetime. Others focused solely on the safety of themselves and their children, on having food to eat and shelter to keep them safe, on not being killed.
When I look out my window at the beautiful sun shining and hear the birds chirping cheerfully, it’s such a contrast to these images of war on the other side of the world, and even to the impoverished reality many face in my own country. And I am equally aware that this sort of suffering in our human race is not new. War, survival, greed, and the infiltration of the patriarchy and white supremacy has been operating sneakily even in the most privileged corners of the world. This is not the first war in our lifetime and it likely won’t be the last.
We are being faced with opening to and holding the tension of extreme PARADOX in our human existence. Our egos do not like this. Our egos want to compartmentalize our existence into neat boxes or buckets of “wrong or right”, “good or bad”, “black or white”, “light or dark.” The extremely uncomfortable truth is we are all of those buckets and every shade of grey in between. We are the victim and the aggressor, we are the joyful and the depressed, we are the generous and the greedy, we are the conquered and the conqueror.
So when you find yourselves reading the news headlines and judging and blaming Putin or Trump or Covid or fill in the blank “bad guy” of the day, you are also judging yourself. Because everything on the outside is always mirroring what’s happening within. Of course, feel pissed and take action when injustice takes place, your anger is important. AND know that it’s never as simple as we want to believe. We search for ways to find the difference between the Putins, the Trumps, the Covids and who we are. We couldn’t possibly do such atrocities. What the hell is wrong with them? If I just hate them and bitch about them, than I am safe from my own darkness or “badness.”
The truth is we also do this within our own lives, families and even within ourselves. Who is the current Putin or Covid in your own life? Is it your asshole boss or your impossible parent? Who am I currently making the bad guy that I can blame for all of my internal strife, all of my suffering?
So how do we operate in this world without giving up and giving in, without curling up in fetal position and never leaving the soft covers of our beds (if we’re blessed with them)? How do we step up as the Warriors that we are and take responsibility for our short time on this Earth, for being of service in this world? If time is not real and outside is a mirror of the inside, we must start by looking within and fighting the wars that are raging within us. We must not succumb to the patriarchy, to the colonialism within us, to our Inner Conquerers.
If we are privileged enough to not have to fight in a physical war, then we must contribute by clearing out and healing the wars within us. Even if I’m surrounded by no immediate “threats,” what are the threats or voices within me that will take me down if I let them? What are the fear voices? The blame voices? The one that tries to seduce me with “what’s the point, it’s all a shit show anyway?” or “you clearly aren’t important or useful, you’re just fooling yourself.”
Being a Warrior means stepping up through fear or challenges on behalf of something you believe in, something you’re willing to fight for, something or someone you know is worth it. What is that something or someone for you? Being a Warrior means suffering through child birth for the sake of your baby’s life, it means cramping and bleeding and still showing up to that zoom call to lead because you believe in your vision and the people you serve, it means letting the fire of the pain and suffering of life heat you and melt you and burn you into a more discerning version of yourself. One that knows what is truly important, one that doesn’t waste time on nonsense, one that easily sets healthy boundaries and will not tolerate the seduction of fear so that they can lead and fight on behalf of love.
The wars that occur are not just ones where villages are bombed and conquered. There are wars constantly at play on every level- the physical, mental, emotional and spiritual, within us and without us. Here are five ways to embrace your Inner Warrior in times of actual war:

Dump that lower energy shit out of you onto paper and burn it. Give your Inner Conqueror a voice no matter how awful it is—write it out on paper. Be brave and clear out those demons within you. Replace them with the Divine Truth. Let the element of fire alchemize that energy of evil and release it into Truth. Lift up your vibration by moving through instead of numbing or skipping over. This energetic shift will have a ripple effect on the people around you. It will make a difference.
Create before you consume. I got this one from Marie Forleo back in the day (in the context of creating your own content prior to consuming that of others on the internet). On a larger scale, if we are only consuming fear, then we are not contributing anything to counteract it in this world. You are here for a reason. Don’t waste it. Create, write, paint, teach, lead, dare I say, dream.
Be fiercely discerning with your boundaries. War is a huge boundary violation on a large scale. What are the boundaries you are allowing to be violated within you? Do not tolerate any nonsense in your life. That relationship that is sucking your energy and disrespecting you? Buh bye. Those meetings that are wasting your life force and precious time? Slash those mofos from your calendar. We are not messing around here. Use your time wisely.
Lift up your vibration. Do not let fear take you down. Meditate, walk in nature, color, pleasure your body sensually, read a luscious novel—do what you need to do to clear out that shit and raise your vibration. We have a responsibility to our world to lift up its vibration, especially when we are privileged enough to not have to focus on fleeing our country right now. It is our responsibility to use our privilege in service of counteracting fear. When we are in a state of urgency (of sickness or fleeing or physical war), we rely on those that are not in immediate danger to lift us up and out energetically. We need to do this right now to bring back balance into this world.
Donate your money or take action. Find a place to serve others. Stop consuming the fear on the internet and do something about it. Donate. Or take action: teach your kids how to express their emotions in a healthy way. Forgive your father. Write that blog or book. Get your message out. Help your elderly neighbor. Smile at the sad person in the grocery store. Pick up garbage outside. Work towards your vision. As we take down fear, we need something to move towards, and having something important to move towards is what allows us to take down fear. #paradox ;)

You are a Warrior, gifted with the powers of a fully alive heart, a wise and discerning higher mind, a pulsing and strong body, and a passionate and ever-burning spirit within you. Use these gifts. Start where you are. Take down whatever conqueror is currently at play in your life, on behalf of what is good and true. And as you do, you will uplift the vibration of our world and serve us all.

We need you, and you got this.

With fierce loving, honor and respect,
Tina
xoxo

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Self-Care for Warriors: It's Time to Uplevel Our Game

8/22/2021

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Below is my latest survival guide for how to navigate our current reality with some semblance of sanity, health, joy and still being of service to our world when it’s needed most.

This lifetime is not for the faint of heart, but our souls chose it. The fate of humanity rests in us not letting the constant fear and overwhelm from illness and death and fires and climate change and world crises of all sorts take us down. We are needed to be at our best or as close as we can get each day. And guess what? We deserve to enjoy our short and precious life- to make the most of each moment and find joy in the blessings that many of us are so privileged to have.

This next iteration of the video game we call "Life on Earth" is calling us to hardcore uplevel our self-care game. The old version of a “nice to have” self-care ritual is no longer relevant. It is now imperative to be ruthless with caring for our physical health, our nervous systems, and our spiritual connection. We are here to be Warriors, to lead, to love, to remember our Divine Truth, and not give in to fear.

My nervous system has been feeling especially jacked up for the last week or two; I know we’ve all been feeling the amped up intensity in the world. I also know we’ve all had at least a low level fear operating for over a year now. I feel confused and overwhelmed when I read the various medias and opinions and don’t know who I can trust anymore. I’ve been longing for a deeper connection to Spirit and for clarity, truth and someone to tell me it’s going to be all ok, even when it seems like it won’t.

I’ve been feeling repelled from social media in a way I’ve never felt before. I’ve been craving nature and longing for things to be slower, simpler, less intense. One of my values is “Old School” and I’ve been desiring it in many ways- clearing out some of the noise and getting back to what’s important, so I have fuel and resources to navigate our current reality.

I also have a longing to enjoy life- to not take for granted this life and health and privilege that I have. To not let my life turn into a gray zone of mere survival. Is it unreasonable to want to thrive in life during times like these? Is it selfish? Is it possible? Deep down part of me knows it’s not only possible but it’s necessary.

So what the hell do we do about this? How do we step up to this next level? Today is the Blue Full Moon in Aquarius- energetically calling us forth to make hardcore changes- letting go of that which no longer serves us and what we’ve been resisting. The energy of Aquarius also gives us full permission to do things our own way- even if it’s different from the herd.

We can leverage this energy and do some soul searching on what “self-care” changes are necessary for us right now to ground ourselves so we can step up and lead in the world.

For me the following self-care changes have come forward strongly to get me out of fear/anxiety and grounded back in love and clarity. See if any resonate for you and let me know what your versions look like:

1. I’m quitting coffee. I’ve been “on” coffee daily for the past 2.5 years- yes I remember the day I fell off the wagon. Don’t get me wrong I LOVE coffee, I love cafes, I even love watching tv and movies where they go to cafes and drink coffee (binging Friends anyone?). And I know I’m using it to fill my emotional holes. I’m grateful to coffee because it’s gotten me through some tough times. It’s given me a place to go and soothe my worried soul. And it’s no longer serving me- my energy levels, my weight (when I drink it I crave fatty foods), and most of all my nervous system. Also I feel like it forms an energetic barrier between me and Spirit that I’m ready to release.

Check out Kate Northrup’s blog for tips on quitting (if it’s not longer serving you and the timing feels right)- for me the stomach bug was my cold turkey but it can be more gentle for you (Note: I’m taking her advice and gonna try Teeccino to replace into my morning routine- bonus it’s good for your gut health and immune system too- tell me what you use instead of coffee? Yes I said use. Just being real lol)

2. I’m limiting my time on social media each day, prioritizing it for business needs. I realize that when I’m scrolling like a zombie it’s usually because I’m not in a good place emotionally or physically. It’s filling my holes again. No judgment; we all gotta do what we gotta do. But are there other ways for us to be informed? (see number 3 below) Other ways for us to even be entertained? Remember watching a movie without also being on your phone at the same time? Or reading an actual print book? I’m trying to remember.

3. I’m signing up for an old school print newspaper- one local and one global delivered to my door that has a higher objectivity scale (let’s be honest- none of them are completely objective when profit is at stake). Check out this site I found for ranking and do your own research. For me I wanted a print news source (so I don’t have to look at a screen) that has a relatively neutral tone (less of the fear mongering to protect my nervous system as I read).

4. I’m considering getting a house phone again (that doesn’t use wifi or electricity) for emergencies. I like to put my cell on airplane mode while I sleep to give my brain a break from radiation and a better chance at quality sleep. While my sister and I were sick recently, I left it on all night in case she needed me and didn’t sleep as well because of it. House phone will take care of this. I also like the idea that I’ll still have a phone during power outages.

5. I’m getting back to handwriting letters and cards. I could say I don’t have time but see number 2 above (have you ever totaled your time on social media for a day? It’s horrifying and important to be aware of.)

The other day I gave myself permission to sit on my balcony and hand write cards to some people I care for deeply. It felt so good to actually write to them from my heart- without rushing and squeezing it into a text or IG message. Supporting our postal system also feels good to me. I love the post office! Sending and receiving mail- buying pretty stamps and sending fun packages. It feels especially important now when I don’t get to touch and hug many of these humans like I did before.

Tell your loved ones how you feel because in the end that’s all that matters. Added bonus you’ll feel good when you do.

6. I’m making recipes again. Remember cooking for joy? The last several weeks I was filling my holes with all the usual things (coffee, takeout food, Netflix) and they weren’t working anymore. You know how when you eat out everyday it no longer feels special and satisfying anymore? That’s what happened to me but for all my vices. I need to fall back in love with cooking and nourishing myself.

Let’s get out the cookbooks (wait the print ones?! Yes the damn print ones!) and make a recipe already. Maybe play some music while we do. Maybe nourish our bodies and immune systems as a bonus (extra points for consuming prebiotics and probiotics to amp up your gut health and immunity!!)

7. Last but not least, I’m getting my hands dirty and playing in nature. Remember soil and water and trees and how you feel when you’re around them? I’m craving nature in my body and soul. For my nervous system and also my immune system.

Check out Dr. Zach Bush’s awesome work on the importance of nourishing our body’s biome for health and immunity. And I’d add for enjoying this precious life of ours. Good old-fashioned child-like JOY. My little one inside needs to play, even during Armageddon. I bet yours does too.

Those are my seven changes, what are yours? Let me know so we can encourage each other. Why? Because sourcing yourself so you can lead from a grounded place is #warriorAF. Because your world is no good if you let yourself crumble/freeze under the pressure. Because you and your well-being are important. Because we all signed up for this life, together.

Because love is more powerful than fear.

With Love and Old School Joy,
Tina

Ps. Today is Day 9 of no coffee for me. “Thankfully” I was super sick with a stomach bug for most of it so the Universe helped me with the cold turkey and cleansing portion. Today I was desperately searching for how to fill my holes. I even went to Starbucks. But I didn’t get a latte, I got a matcha and my nervous system thanked me for it. #babysteps Let me know what you do to replace coffee (if coffee isn’t working for you anymore). xoxo

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I AM Embodied Warrior

1/28/2021

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Photo Credit Rise Photo Co. 2020

I got my first piece of hate mail this week. It was directed at my Warrior School webpage. The individual reprimanded me for posting “sexually inappropriate” photos of myself and teaching women advocates to get attention in this way. They said that women who seek attention by being sexually inappropriate are a “disgrace.” I’m not sure if it was a man or a woman that wrote this message to me- it was signed by two different fake names. Honestly I don’t think it really matters. My instinct tells me it might as well have been signed “Love, The Patriarchy.”

This message seemed to come out of nowhere and land in my lap just a few days after we celebrated the graduation of my first ever Warrior School class and these 14 amazing, open-hearted, wise, embodied and unleashed women leaders. Embodied Warriors. As I write that, I feel a pang of sadness and grief in my heart. Grief for the cultural system we have had in place that shames women for being fully expressed, in touch with their sensuality, and larger than life. Because I truly believe a woman that is fully balanced—in her heart, mind, body and spirit—is unstoppable in this world.

But how do the rest of us respond when we witness a woman fully expressed, grounded in her authentic empowerment, filled with self-love that spills over onto everyone she interacts with, and in touch with her sensuality? What do we think in our heads or whisper to our friends or yell at her in the schoolyard or maybe even write in a hateful internet comment when we witness such expression of goddess-like power?

Glennon Doyle refers to a fully-expressed woman owning her power in her book Untamed as like a cheetah. “She’s a g*d-damned cheetah,” she says. She also speaks to the phenomenon that has been baked into us by the patriarchy (with another entire layer baked in by white supremacy), where even other women want to hate on her and knock her down when they see her. It’s threatening and it comes from a misbelief of scarcity—that women have to compete with each other for a man (in the patriarchal sense), for stability, for safety, for happiness. A misbelief that women are powerless and therefore have to use their sexuality to manipulate in order to get their needs met.

I have been on a journey of owning my own power for 40 years now, with the ups and downs of self-hatred, insecurities, and a strong desire to HIDE. Being truly seen has felt not only vulnerable but dangerous to me in the past. Really over the last three years or so, I finally have allowed myself to take up more space, to be truly seen, to allow myself to be “too much.” To let go of the misbeliefs I had held that a good woman is quiet, subservient, and small (in all the ways).

Last summer for my 40th birthday, I gifted myself a photo shoot with the amazing Meghan Branlund of Rise Photo Co. She provides women with a sacred experience of coaching and photography, to help them navigate transition in their life and celebrate their authentic beauty. I got to pick a theme for my shoot and it was “Playful Warrior”: think Authentic Empowerment, Courage, and Humor wrapped into one. I knew as I was about to launch Warrior School that I had to walk my talk. I needed to finally love my body, not after I lose the extra 15 pounds, but as she is right now, curves and all.

I got to pick out sensual clothing that I would pose in- stilettos and lace and hats and jewelry. We had so much fun. We laughed our asses off as random people would walk by on the dusty, Southern California trail that we were shooting on- me standing in my underwear like, “Hey how’s it going?”

We then ended the shoot at a beautiful, shaded, creek surrounded by trees and greenery and for the first time in my life I was nude in a public place, allowing myself to be photographed. I feel vulnerable even typing this, but equally aware of how important it is to share. I felt safe, joyful, and giddy.

When I looked at the camera, I felt my Inner Warrior coming through, not to be messed with. She is beautiful, sexy, loving, playful, and fiercely protective of those she loves. She has a sacred and important purpose in this lifetime and she shoves her stake into the ground, anchoring that purpose.
I chose to share some of the photos from that shoot on my Warrior School page and marketing because to me they represent how far I’ve come in my own journey of self-empowerment and what I long for all humans.

So here I am today, sharing my first direct feedback from the Patriarchy. Who do I think I am, sharing empowered photos of myself on my own website meant to inspire other women to own their power? Who am I to teach women to honor and fully express their sensuality, their receptivity, the wisdom in their beautiful bodies and most importantly their boundaries? I am Tina Meyers, the Warrior Woman here to call forth aliveness in humanity. That is my mission and I will not waiver.

I am sending love and healing light to all of those parts in myself and all of you that have been conditioned to hate on a woman that is fully expressed, and more importantly, to all the self-judgments that have come up when we allow ourselves to be fully expressed. My longing for all of us is that we give ourselves permission to embrace the full spectrum of our Divine Feminine and Masculine, our empowerment, and our gorgeous expression. May we all be fully seen for the authentic, sensual, divine beings that we are.

With love and open-hearted naughtiness,
Tina ;)

p.s. of course I find myself writing this on the Full Moon in Leo—a moon that is calling us to fully celebrate ourselves and how far we’ve come. Not from a place of ego seeking to fill voids with the attention of others but from a place of grounded self-love and honoring our journeys. Thank you mama moon for moving us like the tides. xoxoxo

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Seeking the Light of Truth on this Martin Luther King, Jr. Day

1/18/2021

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Waking up on this Monday, January 18, 2021, Martin Luther King, Jr. Day—the first one since the Pandemic started, since George Floyd was murdered; the one smack in the middle of the month when the Capital was ransacked and racism was on display loudly and proudly; the one literally two days before the inauguration of our first female and African American/ South Asian American Vice President—I felt called to write.

Usually on MLK day, I love sharing a meme on social media with one of his powerful and wise quotes, which to me have always felt spiritual, have always confirmed the work I have done expanding into love and forgiveness into my life. “Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only Light can do that.” To me, this has always meant working towards love and forgiveness in my relationships, and still does in many ways.

Little did I know that I had enormous blinders on for the first 39 years of my life, not even seeing the true plight within which MLK was advocating for love. The extremity of the darkness that white supremacy as a structure and white people collectively and individually have placed on BIPOC. How revolutionary it was for a man to tout love and forgiveness within the extreme hate BIPOC have faced and continue to face.

Like so many of my white, spiritual, coach friends, it has taken me until George Floyd was murdered to truly start to wake the f*** up to my enormous blinders. The ones that ignored the white supremacy and racism cooking deep within my cells. The ones that got real fragile anytime anyone brought up the word racism in my presence and caused defensiveness, sobbing, and the fire of a toddler’s temper tantrum to rise up within me. These blinders were my ego, protecting this gaping hole of darkness lurking within me, that all the love and light and forgiveness in the world were not being allowed to touch.

I am so sorry to my beautiful BIPOC friends for all that you’ve gone through and continue to go through, still showing up each day with a smile on your face, still loving me and allowing me to love you when you knew damn well, way before I did, that my blinders were on. Honestly it humbles me to tears to think of the strength of heart necessary to still find love in the midst of so much darkness—even darkness from those that are supposed to be your friends.

What MLK was saying is so brilliant and profound to my white, slightly awoken ears, yet I can’t even fathom to understand the depth of profundity in the midst of what he and all BIPOC humans have had to experience. The societal hate, violence, belittling, collective messaging of “less than,” judgments based on nothing but your skin color, and what might be worst of all the collective white messaging that racism doesn’t exist anymore and you should just suck it up and be fine now. Holy shit. I experienced gaslighting regularly in a past toxic relationship I was in and it almost drove me to madness. I can’t even imagine having an entire race looking at you like it’s all in your head, when the truth is, it’s all in our damn cells and we don’t want to look at it. Yet in my lifetime, in my privileged white bubble, I have definitely held that belief: “why can’t we all just get along and move past this??”

So on this MLK day, I am going to do my best to be Honest. In the midst of so much uncertainty in the world, in our fate, in our politics, in our health. At a time when I don’t know what to believe and who to trust, there is one thing I know for sure: it is time for us white people to finally put a flash light on those icky parts inside of us. To face that even if you're a kind person and don’t intend to be racist, if you grew up in Western society and you are white, you are probably a racist. It has been baked into our cells. Looking at those dark corners of our cells is terrifying and icky and shameful and horrifying. Yet what’s more horrifying is ignoring it and pretending it’s not there, letting it operate and harm others unconsciously and yet still wanting us to all get along.

So even if this crazy world ends tomorrow, I know deep in my soul that looking at and taking responsibility for the white supremacy and patriarchy that has been baked inside of me, will be time well spent. It has to be. It has to be so that I can better understand. It has to be so I can be Authentic when I tout that “Empathy is my Superpower.” On this MLK Day I am going to work to expand my range from “white empathy” to full-range empathy as my damn superpower.

Sending all of you love, encouragement, patience and grace, wherever you currently are on this journey, whether you’re healing and taking responsibility for your own white supremacy or witnessing others in your life finally start to go there.

In Truth and Love,
Tina

*Note: For those of you that are white and reading this and don’t know where to start, I HIGHLY recommend a book by Layla Saad called Me and White Supremacy. It takes you through chapter by chapter on topics such as White Fragility, Colorblindness, Tone Policing, White Feminism (damn that one slapped me in the face in the best way!) and so many more. And if you listen on audio book, you get the gift of her soothing British accent (which I now realize after the Tone Policing chapter is probably strategic that so my fragile white ears can actually stay and listen!! ;)).

Next up on the list is the book Caste by Isabel Wilkerson. I have a lot of resistance to opening this book and this tells me how important is it going to be. There’s an entire part of history that I haven’t had to look at in my privileged white bubble. It’s time for me to look. It’s time for me to better understand.
xoxo

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Baby Got Range: How I upleveled my life by balancing my masculine and feminine energies

2/10/2019

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Photo Credit: www.mysticmamma.com

For the past twenty years, I’ve unconsciously bounced back and forth between my feminine and masculine energies (yes we all have both!). I struggled trying to be respected as a female attorney and thought that meant I had to be more masculine and suppress my feminine. If I wear clothes that minimize my sex appeal, will the middle aged men on the other side of the negotiation table not wink at me anymore? If I never show any emotion, will I be a more successful attorney? None of this felt natural or right to me. I then quit that career altogether and moved into the personal growth and coaching world. At this point I was so done with pretending to be hyper-masculine, that I swung into feminine overdrive. I allowed my softer side, my nurturing side, my receptive side to come out (which felt so good!), however I found myself not getting things done as much and struggling to meet my work deadlines. Turns out I was now completely disowning that feisty powerful part of me that could lead projects to completion, direct the conversation and step up strongly as a leader- my masculine energy. What the what??

This past year I’ve started to delve deeper into what this is all about and balance out my own authentic energies. I realized that we all hold fears inside of us about these energies. If I own my feminine, will I still be respected as a leader? If I own my masculine will men still find me attractive? Men (or those that identify as masculine) deal with similar fears in a different way: if I express my feminine will I no longer be strong enough for women to want me? Will I be able to care for and protect my family? Will my guy friends make fun of me? Some are even afraid to own their masculine too much or they may turn violent or aggressive.

Turns out the most effective leaders embrace and utilize their full Masculine-Feminine range. The range looks different in all of us, irrespective if we are male or female, gay or straight. Some of us are more dominantly in our feminine energy and some in our masculine — but what does that non-dominant energy have to offer us? How might we uplevel our leadership (and our JOY) in life if we fully owned all the parts of us? How might we find freedom and success if allow ourselves to play with our full range?

Masculine and feminine energies provide a beautiful polarity that allows energy to flow—like a battery that has a positive and negative charge on each end. If you shut down one or the other, the energy source shuts down (picture the Energizer bunny coming to a halt). The polarity allows us to move forward with passion and purpose, to embrace our inner creative visionary and move that vision into reality. The polarity allows us to nurture and care for our loved ones (and even our team at work!) and still hold them accountable. The full range is KEY to being successful in life. And it is a total SHAM that owning all of it means something bad about us.

It’s all about finding YOUR authentic balance. As I’ve done this work, I’ve felt my leadership and confidence in life increase exponentially. My capacity to hold projects at work, clients, my family responsibilities, and my relationships with grace and power has expanded. I feel more clear about what I want in life and am able to make difficult decisions to ensure that it’s realized.

This topic is so rich and so necessary for each of us, and our society, to evolve to the next level. Where do you tend to hang out most on the masculine-feminine spectrum? What parts of your life could drastically improve if you allow yourself to play with that other energy a bit? Let me know in the comments below!!

With Love and Full Range,
Tina xoxo

Note: In two weeks, I have the honor of co-leading a cutting edge workshop on this very topic in the beautiful Polanco neighborhood of Mexico City. My co-leader, Alonso Rios, is a brilliant man that used to be an economist and now works as a successful coach. Alonso and I feel strongly that by owning the full spectrum of these energies, our world will heal (from love relationships, to work dynamics, to world conflicts).
This workshop is open to all genders (full range!) and will be a fun and transformational experience. This is my first time co-leading a workshop with a man, with a co-ed audience, so I’m pushing my own comfort zone on this one (gotta walk the talk!).
Please join us for “Queens & Kings: Embrace your Masculine-Feminine Leadership Range" to explore and play and grow your leadership!! #fullrangehealsleaders Seats are limited. More details and buy your tickets here.

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A Love Letter to Myself on my 38th Birthday*

7/11/2018

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Dear Beautiful Tina,

I want to wish you the happiest of birthdays. I am so grateful you are in this world with me. You have such a huge, open heart and the world is so blessed to have you.

This year I wish for you to see the goddess within you that I see- and that we all see- so clearly. To see how powerful and wise and hilarious and sexy you are. To see how that naughty glint in your eyes and your loud, unapologetic laugh brings out the inner children in all of us. How your light lifts up everyone around you, even when you're feeling down. How you heal people just by being your real self with them and giving them a safe space to be their real selves with you.

How you SEE through people to their truth and their beautiful essence, and you reflect it back to them. How you are an exquisite mix of caring and innocent and also fierce and powerful. How the moon and the ocean are within you and your moods change with the rising tide. How you nurture your kitties and your friends and loved ones and how you'll most certainly nurture your future children. How you love the earth and plants and trees and animals. How your system is so sensitive, like the most delicate and precise instrument that can tell when the slightest thing is off and needs readjusting.

How you feel pain and joy equally deeply, and how brave you are to continue to open your heart through such intensity. How you feel the fear and yet step up to the plate over and over again- no matter how scared you are or how your stomach turns. How you still jump off that ledge and get in front of that mic and write that blog. How you always follow your intuition, even when it's tough, because your heart won't be ignored. How you risk rejection and heartbreak by sharing yourself vulnerably.

You, my love, are a Queen. You are a Warrior. You are a Goddess. Thank you for showing us all how it's done. You got this, today and every day. And, damn girl, you still got it. #thisis38

Love always and forever,
Tina <3

*I often encourage my clients to try speaking to themselves as they would speak to their best friend or loved one. It's easier said than done. This year I was feeling some sadness around my birthday and I decided to give it a shot. I really tapped in to what I would tell myself if I was my best friend. This is what came through. Reading it brings me to tears-- it's exactly what I need to hear. I invite you to give it a try-- write yourself a love letter. You don't need to wait until your birthday-- I hereby gift you mine. Nothing would make me happier than to hear that you were kind to yourself on my birthday. Please share in the comments below how it went for you. Loving you all deeply! xoxoxoxo

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Enough is Enough. And So Are You.

2/14/2017

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Our head trash written out on cards (left); Us and the boys at Camp David Gonzales (right).

Someone beat the shit out of me the moment I woke up this morning. They really got me good- they knew every weak spot I have and went right for it. No mercy. And just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, they beat me even harder.

They told me I was worthless and I was needy and I was destined for failure and that no worthy man would ever love me forever and that everyone else is better than me and that everyone knows I suck. They told me I couldn’t keep any of my promises and I’m a worthless coach and what the hell am I doing with my life anyway?? I felt more nauseous and heartbroken with every blow. They kept it up.

Finally, I turned around and looked them in the face and told them ENOUGH IS ENOUGH.

Actually I looked myself in the face. It was me. My abuser was me.

This weekend, I spent Saturday morning with fourteen amazing young men in a juvenile detention center. Every one of them is less than half my age and has been through more than I could ever imagine—more than most adults have ever experienced. They have experienced trauma and violence, and grown accustomed to having the odds stacked against them. They are no longer free in the literal sense. They are locked up and many have trouble imagining how they’ll ever get out and if they can make it through life.

Along with the incredible women I co-led with, we were teaching them how to deal with “Head Trash.” We all have it. It’s the little part inside of our heads that likes to beat the shit out of us (see above). It’s the negative self-talk, the painful story that runs over and over like an outdated script.

The funny thing is, despite their circumstances, these boys astounded me with their amazing capacity to find the blessings in life, to look at the positive, and to persevere. They are wise beyond their years.
I left feeling inspired by them. And also realizing it is time to let go of the old story running through my head that I am not enough.

It’s been running through my head for so long that I’m starting to bore myself with it. It’s like a movie I’ve watched way too many times thinking it was a documentary and it turns out it’s fiction. It turns out it’s not true. And I’m over it.

The truth is I am MORE THAN ENOUGH. The truth is so are you. The truth is so are those boys, no matter what they’ve done in the past or what people have told them or what they tell themselves. The truth is we are all more than enough.

I don’t care what you do. I don’t care if you lie in bed all day or haven’t showered in days. Guess what? You’re still enough. You’re still a leader. You’re still amazing and worthy and capable and here with an important purpose in life.

If these boys who are in jail and who have never had anything handed to them can be so kind to me, and wise, and insightful, and focused on the blessings in their life, then who am I to sit on my privileged ass and complain about how unlovable I am? It’s all nonsense. And guess what? Even if I do sit on my ass and complain about how unlovable I am, I am STILL enough.

Woah. Take that in for a moment.

When your Head Trash rears its ugly head, I challenge you to challenge it. Look it in the eyes and tell it ENOUGH IS ENOUGH and remind yourself of the Positive Truth. The truth is I am amazing and lovable and worthy of a beautiful relationship and fun to be around and inspiring and a masterful coach. I am all those things and more. Now you try-- what are you? (I'm asking the real you, not your Head Trash Distributor. ;))

Today is Valentine’s Day and today I share all the love in my huge heart with all of you Beauties, with those beautiful, amazing boys who inspired me this weekend, and with my beautiful self. I hereby declare today the day to let go of the old stories of self-abuse and step into the greatness of who we are. Because why not?

What is one old story that you are ready to let go of today that is no longer serving you? What is the positive truth? Tell me about it in the comments below!

With Big Hearts and Worthiness,
Tina <3 xoxo

“It’s crazy not to win in your own fantasy.” -John-Roger

My powerhouse co-leaders and me at Camp David Gonzales. From left to right: Me; Christie Mann; Malin Akerman; and Jill Veglahn.

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How Hip Hop Saved my Life

6/11/2016

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Photo credit: Erik Borzi 2015.

Today is the one year anniversary of one of the best, most magical days of my life: the day of my very first dance recital, at age 34 and 11 months. Yes I know that sounds strange—what the hell is a 34 year old woman doing in a dance recital? And why is she reporting her age using months like a six year old?! ;)

When I was a little girl, all my friends took dance classes. The really cool girls took two or three—jazz, tap and ballet. I loved to dance and remember asking my mom if I could take classes and she reluctantly said no. The thing is those damn classes were (and are) really expensive, not to mention the costumes, shoes, etc. etc.

So I went on my merry way and danced whenever I could. Some of my little friends would teach me their dance routines in our suburban bedrooms and we would pretend to prepare for a big performance. Later I would let loose at middle and high school dances and in college I loved dancing to hip hop at frat parties, at clubs in Canada (I’m from Buffalo, that’s what you do), and otherwise going out with my friends.

I remember my mom once saying to me after a wedding or something that she felt the happiest when she was dancing. I agree. Not just any dancing though—the kind where you really let loose and don’t care what anyone else thinks, the kind where you experience true Freedom and Joy.

Fast forward over a decade and I was pursuing my Spiritual Psychology degree at University of Santa Monica. I was in my second year and having to come up with my final project—pursuing a heartfelt dream- something you have always wanted deep in your heart but maybe you never thought you were good enough or thought it was silly, impractical or not a priority. We were to work on this throughout our entire second year and at the end of the year present our final project.

Some people were writing books, some were learning instruments, some were learning languages, surfing, golfing, rapping, stand-up comedy—you name it. I was gonna learn to hip hop dance. My inner performer, who was stuffed way down deep inside and not allowed to come out in the past, was crying to come out and play and dance and be free in front of an audience. The idea of learning a dance and performing it in front of others made my heart pound, my palms sweat, and my stomach turn- that’s how I knew it was the right project for me. :)

“What is the point of this?” you might ask. For me, the point was learning that by pursuing something my heart yearned for, something that was “only” about making me giddy and excited with no “real” practical value, I was able to shift literally everything in my life.

By taking steps every day for 9 months towards this “little project of mine”-- going to my first dance class, finding a twenty-something dance instructor to teach me private lessons, picking the songs I would dance to (clearly a mash-up of “Shake it Off”, “Bang Bang,” and “Uptown Funk”!), going to Toronto to work with a designer to create my very own recital costume, special ordering hot pink high tops online that have my birth year stitched on the side (1980 baby!), going to pilates and water aerobics classes to get strong and make sure my hip hop dancing didn’t cause an injury, getting hot pink extensions in my hair, planning an event at a club in Santa Monica where I would perform, along with 16 of my classmates, in front of over 200 people—I literally transformed myself into the Hip Hop Princess I always wanted to be. My inner twelve-year old was jumping for joy-- I was finally becoming truly outrageous like Jem!!

But the funny thing was, by focusing my energies on pursuing this “frivolous, impractical” dream, suddenly everything around me started to shift in positive ways. When I was going to dance class, I felt Joy like I hadn’t remembered feeling in a really, really long time. Suddenly I started to think, “What if I allowed myself to expect this level of Joy in all areas of my life?” Holy sh*t! Holy game changer, Batman.

It was after getting home from hip hop class one random Tuesday night that I felt true clarity for the first time in nine years that it was time to let my relationship go. It wasn’t after couples counseling or talking about it on the phone with my friends for the 800th time. It was after hip hop class. I got home and I felt free and clear and happy. And suddenly I knew—we both deserved to feel this way in our relationship too. I wasn’t even crying. I was clear and calm.

It was after hip hop that I knew that it was time to let myself move to California. I had wanted to for a really long time and convinced myself I couldn’t. Suddenly I felt like I could do it and I was ready. It didn’t happen for many more months but that moment of clarity put everything into motion.

Energetically I felt strong enough to be SEEN for the first time in a long time. I felt Freedom and Joy I hadn’t felt in so long (if ever). My body reacted by shedding the pounds that had been hiding me for a couple years and even my hair color became a “look at me!” blonde. (Magically I swear! ;))

After my performance was complete, I told my mom that I remember wanting to take dance classes as a kid and her saying no because it was too much money. She said she didn’t remember that, but then she said “You know, it’s funny- I was just telling Grandma how I wanted to take dance classes as a little girl and she wouldn’t let me.” I almost fell off my chair. On some level, I think my “little project” was not only fulfilling a heartfelt dream for me, but for my mom too.

If you had everything you needed to make it happen, what would your heart want to do in this life? Not for any other reason than to bring yourself Joy. How could you embrace that dream, even with a tiny step? Discuss in the comments below!

With Hot Pink High Tops and Heartfelt Dreams,
Tina :)

My dream came true. Photo credit: Erik Borzi 2015

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Happy Birthday to Me

7/11/2015

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Tina and Bun-Bun circa 1982ish :)

Today is my 35th birthday. It’s a milestone, I think, and my life looks nothing like how I expected it. Actually I’m not sure what I expected for 35, but this is definitely not it. The victim side of me—the one that likes to have pity parties for myself—gets sad when I think about that. I am 35 years old and I have never been married, I don’t have any children, I don’t own a home, I have two cats and a good amount of credit card debt and student loans. I am in the process of transitioning out of a nine year relationship. I got into a pretty major car accident a couple of weeks ago and have been at home recovering from neck and back injuries and post- concussion issues. My brain is foggy and exhausted and I’ll probably have to lay down and rest after writing this.

But before you (or I) jump off a bridge, I think there is a silver lining! ;) There must be. Because I am too awesome for there not to be.

Yes I am crying right now writing this, but not entirely because of Pity Party Tina. I am also crying because I feel vulnerable and raw being so honest with all of you. I am also crying because I am incredibly grateful that I am alive right now to write this on my 35th birthday. I am incredibly grateful to look around me right now and see a white, fluffy cat purring and snuggling next to me. I am grateful for the gorgeous flowers that were delivered to me yesterday from co-workers that miss me and send me healing thoughts and birthday wishes. I am grateful that I get to witness the beautiful shades of white and blue in those flowers, and smell them as I sit here.

I am also grateful for the lessons I have learned from this entire experience. I am learning to receive, when that was not comfortable for me in the past. When I suddenly cannot be as hyper-independent as I once was, I am forced to accept help from others. It is interesting to witness the guilt that has come up around that—I think on some level I felt that I didn’t deserve help from others without “paying them back” in some way.

But the truth is, by accepting the help of others, I am actually giving them an opportunity to step forward and shine. They are getting something out of it too. I am grateful for my dad for showing up at just the right moment in the hospital the night of the accident, when I was feeling really alone and terrified. I am also grateful to him for driving me all over the place for doctor appointments these past few weeks. I am grateful for my ex-boyfriend for loving me enough to get me groceries and let me stay in his apartment until I am strong enough to pack up and move. I am grateful for this experience to know just how many people love me.

Sometimes in life, something “bad” needs to happen to give us all a reason to come forward and help, and to give us an opportunity to show the people we love that we love them. Or even to show strangers that we care about them too. The beauty I have witnessed throughout all this has been astounding—from ambulance drivers to doctors to friends and family, to the lady at triage in the hospital who got really excited that she finally found someone else who has a 7/11 birthday like her. Happy Birthday, lady in the hospital!! :)

I am 35 years old today. Throughout these 35 years I have gone to amazing places, experienced amazing things, and met some of the most beautiful, loving, and inspiring people in the world. Those people include all my family, friends, co-workers, acquaintances, and random people that take the extra step to be nice in the airport, taxi cab, etc. You are all my teachers and we are all students together in this big, crazy, beautiful world. We all rely on each other in some way. And those experiences are not over yet, they are just beginning.

I may not own a home or have children yet, but the exciting part is that my story is still largely unwritten. (By the way, I got that bit of wisdom from an episode of “Don’t Trust the B-- in Apartment 23” I’ve been binge watching on Netflix lately! ;)) I still get to imagine what my future will look like, and I have a feeling it will be even more magical than I ever thought possible. Cheers to the next 35 years and beyond, and the chance to sit still for a moment and see the Beauty and Blessings that currently surround me before moving forward into new beginnings. :)

Today I encourage you to take a break from obsessing over what comes next in your life, and take a look around you. Take it all in—all the Beauty and Love and Miracles that already surround you.

Now go get yourself a free Slurpee at 7-Eleven and celebrate me!! ;)

With Brain Fog and Beautiful Blessings,
Tina :)

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I AM Embodied Warrior

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Baby Got Range: How I upleveled my life by balancing my masculine and feminine energies

A Love Letter to Myself on my 38th Birthday*

Enough is Enough. And So Are You.

How Hip Hop Saved my Life

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