My work is a sacred act.

It’s Saraswati dancing through me, into the world.

It’s the music of the enlightened ones as they waken another being to their eternal self.

It’s an offering on the banks of the Ganga to Shiva, the destroyer of all that was and all that will be.

It’s a reconciling with myself. With my past, with my fears.

It’s a drawing forth all that is not yet free. All that cowers on the edges of the light.

It’s an opening into the great unknown. The darkness that was never dark. The boundless, limitless, unknowable, truth.

It pulls me deep into the sacred heart and holds me as I push to escape, to be small and unknown, ugly and dirty, tired and sad.

It ruthlessly holds me to a standard I’m afraid I won’t meet.

It asks of me the courage to stand tall, to be seen, to proudly proclaim – this is my contribution, this is how I choose to serve.

My work is my temple. My place of refuge, my sanctuary. Encircled by the Goddesses, the muses, the Dakinis. A wellspring of divine feminine wisdom, expression, compassion and love.

Everyday I pray.

In writing and meeting, administering and marketing.

All of it. All of it. Is a prayer to thee.

My work is the story of this life. The expression of its deepest truth. There is nothing separate, nothing outside of this puja. It all lives within its walls and it all serves the deeper purpose.

So it is and so it shall be.