I am writing to you from my dressing room. It’s 5:12pm on Sunday afternoon, and we have just wrapped the first weekend of Mastery 2015.

Moments ago, I left a stage filled with dancing, hugging women, turned on and ecstatic, at a level I have never ever experienced on a first Mastery weekend.

This work is not for the faint of heart. It requires a new form of courage – a courage to overcome centuries of woman-hating with a deliciously defiant leap into self-love and celebration.

I witnessed the most glorious pas de 300+ women these past two days – reclaiming their power and unwrapping their radiance – not with fear and trepidation, but with the enthusiasm of a gang of preschoolers let loose on Christmas morning.

Towards the end of the weekend, one woman framed that this work gives her Permission. Permission to love her rage, her tears, her snotty nose, her turn on, her beauty, her passion.
Permission to find every side of herself to be perfect and magnificent.

So, Sisters, whether you were there or not —
Take permission.

Take permission to love, honor, appreciate and enjoy every drop of yourself — whether you are feeling cranky, or feeling sexy, or feeling sad, or lonely, or feeling generous and a-thunder with life. Even if you are feeling absolutely nothing.

Take permission to be exquisitely you, right now.

With so much love and pleasure,

Mama Gena & the extraordinary class of Mastery 2015

p.s. Here are a few shots from the weekend, by the one and only Sister Goddess Liz Linder. Enjoy!