I feel like if I put my ear to the ground right now, I would hear a rumbling. Whirring. Crackling. Dull thudding. Microscopic bursting.
Spring does not start on the surface.
It starts way below, in roots and bulbs and systems of interconnection, architected by the Divine, to awaken, renew, reconsecrate.
It does not matter how it looks in New York City right now — every tree absolutely winter-stripped and winter-bare, from the earth up. It seems dead and dormant. Like nothing is happening. Not a green anything in sight.
And yet —
the whirring churning clicking just under the surface is deafening.
Like it or not, as women, we are attuned to this channel. Underneath our surfaces, right now, many of us hear this churning. The lust for change and transformation has awakened within so many of us.
The urgency to grow is hard. Uncomfortable. Challenging.
And something we all long for with every cell of our beings.
(What is calling out for change within you that cannot be denied?)
When that longing stirs — unlike the trees, the vines, the bulbs, the blossoms — we have a choice.
We can choose to push the discomfort away with all of the ways the patriarchal world culture has taught us to numb our growth: too much food, alcohol, antidepressants, sex.
Which, as many of us know, ultimately leads to a suspended animation of discomfort that can feel like depression.Or we can turn in a new, less familiar direction. We can jump on that whirring, churning discomfort as if it was a custom-designed hot pink (or the color of your choice — you know I’m choosing pink) Harley, taking us on some bold new highway, leading us to vistas we could never even have imagined for ourselves.
We are weeks away from the launch of the School of Womanly Arts Mastery Program. A classroom I am proud to command. It is there that women who are done with hitting the snooze button on their dreams and desires, find sisterhood. There that women who are just slightly less comfortable staying the same than they are with changing, find space to bloom. There that I will meet women who reach for growth despite the discomfort, women who hear the inner rumbling and want in on that ride, women who get a little bit wet at the sound and the sight of change. If you are feeling the pull to say yes to the adventure of a lifetime, to jump on your iron horse and find your band of rebel bikers, come with me. We start this month, and I want you there.
Revving my engine,
Regena Thomashauer, aka “Mama Gena”
The School of Womanly Arts
Regena is an academic of pleasure, a teacher, a speaker, a mother, a best-selling author, a feminist icon, and creatrix and CEO of The School of Womanly Arts.
MASTERY 2018 STARTS THIS MONTH
Spots are limited. Class is already 90% full!
The School of Womanly Arts Mastery Program — Regena’s signature, internationally-renowned work — begins this month, and registration is open. Mastery was created over 20 years ago, to be a road map for women to get unstuck, turned on, and thriving inside a deeply supportive community. It is an immersive, experiential course unlike anything else in the world, with a combination of live intensives in New York City with Regena — Mama Gena herself — and ongoing support structures in-between. Women come from around the globe to join the movement and change their lives. Are you thinking of joining them?
If you’re inspired, or intrigued, or this awakens something inside you – book an exploratory call with our team (Stacy, Lilly, or Lauren are ready for you) to ask questions and see if 2018 feels like your year for Mastery.
PUSSY: A RECLAMATION
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If you’ve been waiting for the paperback, it is now waiting for you! Support your local book store or order online. Either way, when you buy your copy, I’d love to give you a gift of thanks.GET THE GIFT