If you’ve been here a while, you know I went quiet for a bit.
It wasn’t planned. I’d been showing up consistently, building this space for midlife women, sharing why I believe this time in our lives carries such a deep and specific calling. And it felt good. It felt aligned. But somewhere around the last new moon and eclipse, I felt myself wanting to draw inward again. Back into my shell. So I let myself go there.
Sometimes that dark, quiet energy is asking us to do exactly that. To stop performing. To stop producing. To sit down in the stillness and check in with our higher selves and ask the honest questions. I wanted to make sure I was still honouring my dharma, my soul’s purpose, and not just out here getting caught up in the momentum of it all. The posting. The performance.
So I took a break, and I went deeper into my own practice. And what came through brought me back to my roots. The heart of my teacher’s teachings and what keeps me coming back to the practice he gave me.
What I heard in the stillness.
I’m here to create a safe space where we can disarm our hearts.
That’s it. That’s the whole thing underneath everything I make. A place where we can set down the armour we’ve spent decades building, and remember our common humanity, and our connection to That which holds every one of us. In my own small way, I want to contribute to my teacher’s work of awakening and uniting the hearts of all.
And when I sat with that, I noticed something. The words “all” and “everyone” kept rising up. Not “midlife women.” Not one specific group. All of us.
Midlife women will always be my heart
Let me be clear, because I don’t want this to feel like I’m walking away from anyone. Midlife women are still my heart and my main focus. I believe this time in our lives brings a rare kind of insight, and a real longing for deeper connection; a sense that there has to be more than the roles we’ve been carrying. That calling is real.
But here’s the honest truth I kept coming back to.
If I’d had even some of the tools and the knowledge I have today back in my 20s, I would have been so grateful. I think about that younger version of me, the one who cried in savasana because she didn’t yet know who she was, and I ache a little.
She didn’t need to wait decades to begin.
She just didn’t have anyone handing her the practice.
So why would I keep the door open to only half the room?
Small pauses, real change
There’s a teaching I keep close to my heart: when we change on the inside, the world outside starts to change too. The key to all change is in our own inner transformation, a change of our hearts and minds.
I believe that with everything in me.
We don’t heal the world by force. We heal it by coming home to ourselves, one quiet pause at a time, and letting that ripple outward.
When I’m balanced, everyone in my house feels it. My husband feels it. Even Rusty(our sweet orange feline) feels it.
It’s not small at all. It only looks small.
That’s the quiet work. And it belongs to anyone willing to sit down and do it.
So here’s where I’m going
Sacred Pause is for all of us now. The heart of it stays the same, and midlife women stay close to that heart, but the invitation is opening wider.
Because the practice of pausing, of disarming, of remembering who we are underneath everything we carry, was never meant for just one of us.
If this speaks to you, I’d love for you to come sit with us. I go live every Sunday for Sacred Pause, and it’s the simplest way to feel what this is actually about rather than just read about it.
Come exactly as you are.
Take the pause. It changes us, and in its own quiet way, it changes everything.
P.S. It’s still called the Midlife Sacred Pause for now, until I figure out how to smoothly transition things. And yes, please feel free to share!
