Just got off the phone with my mum. Funny how we were talking this morning about how parents can still trigger us — and then life gives you a real-time example. 😅 We’ve learned here, that when a trigger comes up, it’s simply something still alive in us. And with all the work we’ve been doing — being in the now, in joy, in fullness — I know these are just old stories. And our parents have their own old stories too. My mum and I have come such a long way, but of course, there’s still stuff (and that’s okay hehe). Today, she was joyful and radiant, talking about how happy she feels and how others notice it too. Then I shared about my work and the event we’re organizing, and the moment I mentioned the number of sign-ups, her accountant brain kicked in:“Oh, only that many? That has to change!” I smiled and said, “Mum, why this energy? let’s shift this. Let's look at it form another angle: We’re already in the plus! We’ve barely promoted, people are signing up, and there’s more to come. Why go into scarcity?” She laughed, “Well, in some things I’m still old school/old.” And I said, “Yeah, but you just told me how young and radiant you feel and now you want to be old school/old here? (got her on that one hihi) That’s just a story, and you can change that too.” She giggled, “You’re always giving me work!” And I said, “You gave me so much to untangle, I’m just giving some back. Because this isn’t my story anymore. And it allows us to have more fun together!” We both laughed. And honestly, that’s the beauty of it, we can meet our parents in love, playfulness, and truth. It’s not about changing them (some things won't) BUT it’s about staying rooted in who we are, and letting that energy teach through joy. ✨ Happy Weekend 🌻

From Silence to Soul— The Radical Act of Being Fully Human I am always free. But I’m not a formless spirit floating without incarnation. My freedom lives in the body. It’s not an idea, it’s a sensation. A remembering. Felt in breath that rises in my chest, traveling down my spine, touching throat, hips, arms, and hands, anchoring me through my legs, feet pressing into the ground. Into my humanness. The most radical thing I can do is to remember I have a body. I am one, a whole universe held inside me. To be free, I need to accept the mess, the mystery, the beauty, the ache of humanity. Freedom is honoring my lineage: my parents, grandparents, all who came before me. Not just for their triumphs, but for their defeats and vulnerability. They left me homework, unfinished parts of themselves: shame, silence, the fear of being seen. I grieve the pain they could not name. I honor the dreams they never claimed. I carry what’s trueand alchemize what’s not. I no longer perform for approval. I choose what is real. I’m not here to escape my desires. I’m here to own them, fully, tenderly, fiercely. Because neither avoidance nor anxiety ever protected me from heartbreak. They only delayed the truth: I was breaking my own heart through numb silence, not knowing what I really want. I had to go looking, descending into depths inside me, where true desire whispered all along, waiting to be felt, named, claimed! This path isn’t about bypassing life. It’s about anchoring so deeply in my body that I finally feel: I. Am. Free. Right here. Right now. In my skin. In my sensations. In my truth. Let’s stop fucking around. Let’s fuck for real. With life. With truth. With soul. Brigitte Wittmer May 29, 2025 https://substack.com/inbox/post/164697262

I saw this Joseph Campbell quote today and sat with it for a bit. Since we talked about gender and polarity on the last call, I thought it fit well. For me, it speaks to coming home to oneself, and the possibility and deep knowing that we are it all. Softening into wholeness, where our masculine and feminine, our doing and being, can meet in dialogue. And when we meet “the other,” we can meet from that place. We meet not to be completed, but from the fullness of who we already are: Through embodied leadership. Any thoughts, musings? :)