She rises a gain…

What a ride!!

This past year has been one helluva storm, and when the call to rise finally took over, I listened. I walked away from an environment that was crushing my spirit and chose, instead, to start over from scratch. Terrifying and liberating don’t even begin to cover it.

On December 1st, I left Saskatoon and started driving toward Cancun. I made it as far as the border at Hidalgo, Texas, when fear hit me like a brick wall — days of reading horror stories about border crossings is bound to do that. But after talking with locals who make the trip home often, I took a breath, trusted their advice, and kept going. Now I’m just outside of Tampico, three days away from Cancun.

The university is physically far behind me, but it still lingers like a shadow. Doubt rises daily and I find myself negotiating relentlessly with it. Have faith. Some days the whisper is strong. Other days it barely squeaks.

Finances are low. Stress is high. I miss my friends and loved ones deeply. But I also know I am no good to anyone when I’m in Saskatoon — a place that sends my nervous system into permanent survival mode. That toll is real: physical, emotional, spiritual. Leaving wasn’t an indulgence; it was a necessity.

And still, there is gratitude.
Gratitude to be in Mexico with my dad — in spirit and in ashes.
Gratitude for the softness of the Caribbean air waiting up ahead.
Gratitude for the fear, even, because it means I am alive and moving toward something new.

I suppose this is my call to all the Goddesses out there who feel the stirrings of their own rising.

No, you don’t need to pack up your life and drive 6,000 km through three countries. But I hope you find some comfort, maybe even a spark of inspiration, in my wild leap. Join me in spirit — and maybe one day, in Mexico too.

When women create together, we are powerful. We are abundant. We are unstoppable.
We were never meant to rise alone.