July Joy
“When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.” (Rumi)
Hello, my friend, hello - and welcome to the first of July.
I shared my Journey Through June with my paid subscribers, a journey that felt like a long walk back through time — through the places, moments, and people who once stole my joy and cracked my heart wide open. I went back to gather the scattered pieces of myself, the bits I’d left behind over the last eleven years.
And oh, my goodness — when your intentions are clear, when your desire to heal comes not from obligation but from soul-deep yearning, the Universe steps in. Fully. Generously. Unapologetically. It brings you everything you need — even if it stings a little on the way in.
I cried. I laughed. I discovered. I uncovered. I recovered.
And I was so excited to begin July that I convinced myself Sunday was the final day of June — only to be gifted with one more day - and a heap of forgotten scribbles and notes, like a hidden treasure chest brimming with gold. Especially for the journey I’ve planned for July — the journey of the body.
Last week, as I filled my vision board, I noticed something: every photo I included of myself was taken on Mother’s Day 2014 — a day I spent with one of my best friends at the time. It was unforgettable. Full of laughter. Full of light. Vet pret!!! And then it hit me: these are the last photos of me looking absolutely drenched in joy.
Because just two weeks later, Vapour Man moved in - and bit by bit, my joy began to move out.
Quietly at first. Unnoticed. Like a slow dawn that forgets to bring the sun, or a grey sky that lingers for days before the fire returns.
Doing this kind of self-work — the emotional, the mental, the soul stuff — is hard. It asks a lot. But oh, it gives even more.
And so this month, I turn to the body. To my body.
To love it. To honour it. To respect it. To come home to it.
I kicked off July with a simple ritual:
A candle lit.
Three songs danced to with everything I’ve got:
I Feel Good – James Brown
These Boots Are Made for Walkin’ – Nancy Sinatra
Ain’t No Mountain High Enough – Freischwimmer & Marvin Gaye
Then, I blessed my body.
Blew out the candle.
And spoke my mantra for the month:
“Here in this body are the sacred rivers;
here are the sun and moon,
as well as all the pilgrimage places.
I have not encountered another temple as blissful
as my own body.”
I can feel it in me bones — this is going to be one hellavu ride.
You care to join me?
I’ll be sharing my daily doings with my paid subscribers — so if you feel the tug, come along. We’re just getting started.