Discount on Business School for Birth Pros: Step into Your Warrior This Week

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This month I’ve got birth business on my mind.
A couple of years ago
I teamed up with Stephanie Dawn
to create the My Birth Business Rocks
online course.
To be honest, I fought the urge to do this course
for a while.

I’m not a business guru, I told myself.

But then there came the day when I couldn’t say no.
I saw so many birth professionals who
are some of the most outstanding women
I’ve ever met.
A combination of every archetype.
The Warrior,
The Lover,
The Magician.

(I’ve been diving into archetypes alot lately with my
good friend ALisa Starkweather!).

I was curious,
and pissed off
that so many
BOLD
birth visionary women
earned so little
and had practically no business skills.

I was also frustrated that
most business schools online
cost around $2000.

I know because around
5 years ago I enrolled for that price
in B-School.

And before that I had taken another
online business course for $1000.

Here’s what I learned from B-School
and the other business course:
the principles of doing business are
essentially the same.
Both courses taught me the same stuff.

What business school really gives people
is a community so you don’t feel alone.
And confidence.
Those 2 things are priceless.

After enrolling in business school
I believed in myself as a business woman
for the first time ever.
I had business sisters to ask questions like
what system to use to schedule appointments
with clients, do free online calls,
or set up lead pages.

Stephanie also invested alot of money
in business school.

We both felt this deep calling to help
birth pros rock their birth businesses
and not pay a fortune for it.
Why?
Because it’s not necessary.

You don’t have to pay $2000
to rock your birth business.

So Stephanie and I said,
Okay, that’s it, we’re creating a
comprehensive online business course
for birth professionals.

As I said, I fought this urge
because business is the last subject
I feel like an expert in,
but both of us knew all the tools
and we have a deep love of
birth visionaries.

That’s how the
My Birth Business Rocks
online course was born.

So here’s the big news…

This week is the last time we’re going to offer
My Birth Business Rocks.

But we don’t want it to end
without making it possible
for as many birth pros who want it
to get it.

So we’re opening it for
one more time
and we’re discounting it to
over 50% off
until February 14th.

It now cost 10% of the price you’ll pay
for a fancy online business course.
And quite honestly
we think it’s better.
More tailored to birth pros,
with all the solid business tools you need
to rock your birth business.

If you want to take advantage of this
offer you have until Feb 14
(Valentine’s Day!)
to join us.

Here’s the link.

If you feel a
HELL YES
I’ll see you there :)

Stay warm & keep being BOLD.
Now is the time
when women must keep standing in our
leadership roles,
and preserve the power of women
to give birth to babies
and whatever we’re pregnant with.

with the BOLDest of love,
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The Bad Bargains Mothers Make

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This weekend a shamanic masseuse
came to my home
with hot stones.

Yum.

Several weeks ago
when I was exhausted and done
I knew it was time to
up my flow.
Stoke my feminine fire.

Mariza offered to
drive 2 hours to my home
with her shamanic stones
if I could find 2 other women
who would get a massage too.

Being a bold kind of women
I immediately began my
hunt for
exhausted women.

Didn’t take long.

I sent an email to 5 friends
and 4 said
HELL YES
within 24-hours.

When the shaman arrived
I went first.

It’s amazing how body work can
highlight just how
tense
every muscle is.
How little flow
is going on.

You may be thinking,
Well, shouldn’t doing yoga nidra
Get rid of every ache and pain?
Studies show it helps
chronic pain.

If this is swirling through your mind
let me whisper a secret:
Pain is more than
the aches
we feel.

Some days our aches have nothing to do
with physical pain.
Today I’m talking about
a deeper ache.
An ache that lodges
beyond our muscles.

As Mariza rubbed hot stones on me
I felt much more than pain releasing.
I felt tapped in to the
collective
exhaustion
of motherhood.

And I felt my
mothering wounds
surface.

It’s painful to say
mothering wounds
because motherhood has also brought
breathless Beauty
that Standing on Kilimanjaro
can’t even capture.

But Motherhood,
if we’re honest,
is the ultimate
exam in
opposites.

Exhaustion.
Ecstasy.

Anger.
Joy.

It makes no sense
until you live it.

But what happens when
we forget?
We get consumed by
the Exhaustion
and make a
Bad Bargain
to stay there?

I get it.

My son Jacob is severely dyslexic.
At age three and a half
I thought it was odd
that I could not understand him.

By five, now speaking more clearly,
I was curious why
he thought I said “cat”
when I said “hat.”
And that when I told him
a sight word was “the”
the next time he saw “the”
he had no idea what the letters spelled.

I had his hearing tested
four times.
His sight tested
twice.

They told me not to worry.
Kids read late.
Boys talk later than girls.

Everyone seemed to be saying
Calm down,
Crazy Mother.

So I kept the worry deep inside.
Sharing it only with my husband,
and my bestie,
Melissa.

By third grade Jacob dictated a poem
to his teacher
as part of a school project.
Parents were invited to the poetry party.
Each kid proudly read their poem.
When it was Jacob’s turn
the teacher whispered his poem
back to him so he could say it aloud.

The first sentence of his poem was this:
I AM AS DARK AS A BOOKCOVER.

After that, I knew.
I made the the bargain.
I now had one mission only:
To save my child.

So the years went by
and I fought hard for my son.

I felt alone.
So alone.
So not perfect,
back in the days when
perfect meant everything
to me.
I didn’t know what to do.
All I knew was that I had to
protect
my
son
no
matter
what.

He needed me.
He needed me.
He needed me.

And soon I was lost.
Exhausted.
Done.

The day before we met
with the school district
to determine funding for a
special school
I drove my minivan
to a far corner of our neighborhood
and screamed like a
lion.

WHYYYYYYYY?
I began
in pity party mode.

HELPPPPPPP!
I prayed.

And then
I cursed.
Loudly.
The “F” and “k”
sounds
shaking
the car at its core.

I wanted to not be needed
for one minute.

I craved to not feel
possessed.

I cried in my minivan
twenty minutes
until
I fell into silence.
A deep bow.
Stillness.

I remembered
yoga nidra.
How could I forget?

But this isn’t a
yoga nidra story.

Yes, when returned
home
yoga nidra helped me
shift out of
pity party mode.

Yes, it helped
my body relax
for the first time
in a while.

But what that moment
symbolized for me
was a
taking back of my fire.
Taking back
a commitment to
Me.

Yoga nidra
helped me begin
to end
what had become a
Bad Bargain.

It’s so easy to
make a bargain with ourselves
when our kids need us.
To focus only on
their needs.

For a while this bargain
is necessary.
They DO need us.
We’re needed to
step up and
get our kid the services
they need.
And that can be
Exhausting.
But we do it.
We must.

But then there comes a time
when the good bargain
turns bad.
There comes a time when
focusing so intensely
on our child’s needs
is a bad bargain.

That’s when we need
to summon
the art of
surrender.

Jacob will always need me.

By the end of six grade,
age twelve,
he began reading.
Not fluently,
but good enough.

But there are no
miracles.
Last week he thought
I said “test’
when I said
“rest.”

Sure even today
in 10th grade,
my mind thinks,
What about life
After High School?

But that’s when I hear this whisper.
Surrender.
Surrender.
Surrender.

I do my
Yoga nidra.
To remind me
To surrender.

Before yoga nidra
I never heard this
whisper.
Life was too loud.
I was so busy
making sure Jacob was okay.
I was attached to the bargain
I’d made to
protect him at all costs.

At some point
as women
we must stop being afraid
to be in this place
that feels like
it’s going to take us down.

Marion Woodman calls this
“The tension of the opposites.”

That pressure in our minds
that keeps telling us
we must choose.

My child
or myself?

Letting go of the
Bad Bargain
can be frightening
because we feel we must
make a choice.
It’s either
him or me.

But what if there was
room for both?

What if the Bad Bargain
can be released
when we stop
turning on ourselves.

When we embrace
protecting
our child
AND
ourselves.

When we connect with our
soul sadness,
that painful place
of looking at ourselves
and not liking
what we see,
there is no choice.
We sense what we
most need
and we say,
“Okay,
what would it be like
if I believed that
nothing was wrong?”

Of course factually
we don’t know.
But what we do know
is that letting go
of the bad bargain
gives us the freedom to
love.

Self love.
Love of others.

It shifts our whole being
from feeling like a failure
to allowing
light in.
To thrive.

Stepping into
love,
letting go of self destructive patterns
– The Bad Bargain –
suddenly we place ourselves
at the mercy
of other’s tenderness.

I always wondered:
if I crumble,
if I fall apart
who will catch me?

Being naked is vulnerable.
So we shut the gate down
we shut down vulnerability.
We stay in the
Bad Bargain.

The Bad Bargain
doesn’t even have to be
about our child.
It could be
about our birth choices,
caregiving a parent.

The sacrifice midwives
and doulas make
can even be a Bad Bargain,
serving only the client
and not ourselves,
forgetting that
the
either/or
approach
is not going to
ignite our fire
for the long-run.

What Bad Bargain are you
in today?

What if accepting yourself,
fiercely loving yourself,
is a key to
releasing so much of your
exhaustion?

It’s exhausting
living in a
Bad bargain.

Trust me.
I’ve been there.

So let’s do this together.
Starting with rest.
Because rest brings
rhythm,
and rhythm brings
awareness,
and awareness gives rise to
will,
which sparks action.

Okay, it’s not always that
perfect.

Let me put it this way:
We fall,
we get up,
we fall,
we get up again.

There will always be bargains
we needed to make.
Periods of our life
that exhaust us
because we must
compromise.

Yoga nidra meditation
doesn’t protect you
from exhaustion.

What yoga nidra does
is help you hear the whisper.
Surrender.
And this allows you to notice a
Bad Bargain
and
shift out of it.

Yoga nidra
resets your dial back to love.

Massage (and other healing arts)
do too.

They bring us back into
relationship with our body
so we can hear our
soul whisperings.

Imagine every pregnant mother
hearing her
deep
soul
whispers.
How this could
improve birth.

Last weekend
as each woman
emerged from their
shamanic massage –
three of them mothers
who have felt exhausted
navigation their children’s
significant learning issues –
I noticed that
every woman’s face
looked the same.
The look of love.
The look of knowing.

Knowing that their bad bargains
need to end.

This morning I woke up to this email
from one of the women who had a massage:

Thank you so much for
introducing me to Mariza.

It was wonderful,
restorative,
grounding,
centering,
inspiring,
beautiful.

I look forward to doing it again soon.
It reminds me of how
the simple things
— having a fire outside,
smelling a tree –
can be the most important.

Sounds to me like
she’s ready to
drop a few
Bad Bargains.

Are you living with a
Bad Bargain?
Please leave a comment below
if you feel inspired.
I love hearing your beautiful voice.

DAY OF REST FOR WOMEN
Starting next week on
Feb 2nd
join me
Every 1st Monday of the Month
for Bold Tranquility’s
Day of Rest for Women.

24 hours of yoga nidra.
Call in any time.
It’s free.
Because we need it.
If you’re on our mailing list
you’ll get all the details.
If not, you can sign up here.

Two Essential Questions for Pregnant Moms & Birth Visionaries

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If you want to have a great birth experience
and change the culture of birth
hang out with a group of progressive chiropractors
for four days.

I’ve always been attracted to chiropractors.
My husband’s been told more than once
that our marriage is secure
as long as I’m not going to a chiropractor.
Anyone who can manipulate my neck
and take me out of pain
has a special place in my heart.

Last weekend I learned that
chiropractors are much more than
pain relievers.
They’re rebel rousers.

And I like that.

Chiropractors are waking our culture
up.

What a turn on.
And great news for
changing the culture of birth.

I had the opportunity to speak to
700 of these groovy people
from all over the globe
at the Freedom for Family Wellness Summit,
the brainchild of Dr. Jeanne Ohm,
a chiropractor who’s as
visionary and rebel
as they come.

Dr. Ohm’s both the Executive Director of
the International Chiropractic Pediatric Association (ICPA)
and Publisher of Pathways to Family Wellness magazine,
a magazine that I have written for,
known for being unafraid to confront
controversial issues in maternity care
like whether ultrasounds cause autism.

Before arriving I had wondered
why Dr. Ohm wanted me on
the main stage talking to chiropractors
about yoga nidra meditation and deep rest
as a tool to wake people up.
How does that connect to
cracking someone’s back?

What I learned is that today’s chiropractor,
or at least the 700+ who turned up
at the Hyatt Regency in Reston, Virginia last weekend,
are at the forefront of shifting our culture’s consciousness.

They’re offering big answers
to super-sized and timely questions.
And all of this relates to
a better birth experience
and ultimately
changing the culture of birth.

“People have been seeped in a story
that tells us we’re separate
for so long,”
visionary Dr. Bruce Lipton told us.

“And yet this story is based on
false assumptions.
That’s why structures in our society
are breaking down.
So we can all come together as one.”

“We’re right at the birthing of
a new civilization,”
Lipton continues.
“It looks bad in the media,
but the breakdown of the
current western structure
is good.
It has to collapse to get better.
We can’t keep doing things the same way.
Everyone is waiting for permission to jump.”

See the connection to changing the culture of birth?

Yes, the birthing climate is falling apart.
Yes, there’s a whole lot of separation.
(FEAR is separation).
Yes, it’s gonna be messy before it’s pretty.
Yes, it’s GOOD breakdown.
Yes, we need breakdown.

The current model of maternity care has NOT been working.
It’s based on false assumptions
and fear.

We can’t keep doing things the same way in childbirth.
We can’t keep ordering c-sections
without clear evidence.
Women can’t keep seeing doctors that
don’t support their birth visions.
Everyone IS waiting for permission to JUMP.
And that’s why whether you’re pregnant
or consider yourself a birth visionary
We need all of you on deck.
To break down the current model.
To hold space for pregnant women
as we break down.
To whisper,
‘you’re safe,
come be whole.’
To usher in new paradigms.
To make birth better
for you,
your child,
family,
community,
and by extension our planet.

Every discussion I sat in on felt connected
to changing the culture of birth.

Do we want to wake women up to their birth power?
If so, we’ve got to make way for a new consciousness to emerge.
A shift.

I found myself swept up in a four-day
orgasmic
chiropractic
hurricane,
saturated with scientific evidence
and at the same time not wanting
the information flow to end.

Give me more.

And that’s what Gregg Braden did.
If you ever fear that
your DNA determines your destiny
just Google Gregg Braden.

Whew.
DNA does not have to
determine your destiny.

If your mother had a medical condition
that made her high risk
you will not necessarily get that condition too.

You don’t have to raise your hand
to what you don’t want.

The new paradigm says:
Raise your hand to what makes you shout
HELL YES.

Brayden and Lipton and Dr. Joe Dispenza have
got the science and sense to prove it.

In fact, there was so much talk about
altering your imprint
that I began to feel
what pregnant women really need is a
visionaries 101 seminar.

Forget traditional childbirth education.
Give pregnant couples consciousness.

Imprints, for example, would be
a fascinating discussion with pregnant women.
Just because everyone in your family had a cesarean
you don’t have to follow that imprint.
You have the power to change that imprint.
It’s choice.
Not destiny.

Can I get a ‘My Pregnant Body Rocks’ Amen?

While Braden isn’t a chiropractor
I found myself during his session drawing hearts
all over my notebook
and noticed that quite a few chiropractors
in my row were shaking their heads
“Yes”
and giving out occasional
soft hoots
like we were at a polite Tony Robbin’s
“Take Your Life to The Next Level” event.

On the final day of the conference
I headed onto the stage to talk yoga nidra
wake up to your power
medicine,
followed by Cathy Daub’s beautiful childbirth
love potion for women,
and then the show-stopper Ina May Gaskin
who in Ina May form gave every birth professional
a simple prescription to follow
that goes like this:
“When a pregnant women’s in euphoria
you don’t need your fingers in her vagina.
She’s doing well.”

But ironically
although always inspiring
we didn’t need
Ina May.
By the end of four days
changing the culture of birth
seeds had already been fully planted.

How do we change the culture of birth?
Wake pregnant mothers up.
Show them how to feel alive.

I left the weekend feeling fully alive,
awakened,
and asking myself
over and over again
two questions
that Braden and Dr. Joe Dispenza
encouraged us to frequently check in on:

Who am I?

Will this be loving to me?

What if every pregnant mother asked herself these
two simple questions
when she got pregnant
when she walked into her care providers
when she created her birth vision?

WHO AM I?
WILL THIS BE LOVING TO ME?

It took a chiropractic gathering
to discover these
two questions.
For that
I’m thankful
and tuned ON.

I’d love to hear from you below.
Do you think these
two questions
will help you
or other pregnant mothers give birth
with power?

The Power of “Yes and”

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Last week a light bulb went off,

urging me to pay attention.

It took me decades

to learn that

if you’re a woman not listening

to those

light bulb moments

then you’re asleep.

Checked out.

Probably numb.

Pregnant women can be like this,

right?

Checked out.

Numb.

Making birth plans.

Or not.

Never listening to the light bulbs

flashing

like

disco

lights.

So last week

when my light bulb

was flashing

I listened.

Here’s what I heard:

YES AND.

I know you’re thinking.

Wasn’t that a misprint?

Don’t you mean

HELL YES.

Nope.

YES AND.

Last week a very wise woman

Taught me the power of

YES AND.

This woman is just beginning to

feel

this buzz

deep inside of her,

that’s almost

more than she can handle.

She’s waking up.

A woman waking up

can be a

potent cocktail.

Checking in.

Watch out.

So fragile.

She feels

Sad and nauseous

and yet this deep sense of

Clarity.

It’s here that I met this woman,

a witness to her shift,

listening

to the rhythm

of her

buzz.

In her fully

awakened state

she loves music.

So she followed her Yes

into a Bluegrass jam last week

Expecting the

full-bodied yum,

of course.

Only to find standing in her Yes

felt like a NO.

Why? she wondered.

How could a Yes

be a NO?

She soul searched.

which of course means

The Big Cry.

Then she declared:

I’m no longer

following Yes.

Instead I’m going to follow

YES AND.

Yes feels like a judgment.

Closed.

So final.

Whereas

YES AND

is always open

to possibility.

It’s like improve,

she tells me.

Improve is all about the

YES AND.

A generosity of spirit.

You don’t have to perform

if you don’t want to.

YES AND

gives you that gentle

permission

to go at your own pace.

Encouragement

and space.

How many times do women

feel tremendous

pressure

to perform

- to make choices -

against their

will?

To say Yes,

the small kind,

when they so badly want to say

YES AND.

Whew!

This insight

knocked my BOLD socks off.

I knew I needed to

share it with you today.

Can you just see

women shouting

YES AND

at breakfast,

with family,

on the day they give birth,

in their minivans,

with a car packed full of kids?

Delicious.

Twisting and shaking to the

YES AND

beat,

xo

KarenSignature-111x91

not carrying everything on our shoulders, in birth & life

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Greetings BOLD One,

Today I took a walk in the woods with my dog Zia. For me.

It’s been quite a week and I want to tell you about it.

Six weeks ago I was contacted by a friend asking if she could pay for her friend to come see me.

“I think she’s going to die

if she doesn’t get help,” she told me.

This friend of mine knows about the Rest Room in my basement, how I see only a few mothers privately using yoga nidra and that I really had no time or space in my schedule to see another mother because I had to focus on the Bold Tranquility launch.

Then she begged me.

So I said yes.

I actually don’t like saying yes to new mothers who come see me.

I’ve prefer a HELL YES.

But this wasn’t a HELL YES and that was okay.

I was doing a friend a favor and my heart certainly wanted to help this mom.

On the day of our first session she arrived late.

She was wearing loose jeans and a grey unfitted shirt, her hair a mess, her skin pale, and she walked with a limp.

I opened the door and down we went to the Rest Room.

Soft lighting, plush carpet, and lots of red.

Candles. A Blanket. An eye pillow.

Yoga nidra typically starts half way into our session. First we have an embodied conversation.

She could barely keep her eyes open.

Through labored breath she told me there was:

darkness in her wrists.

Weakness.

So I had her hold the weakenes.

And then hold strength.

Then both.

And she felt some relief.

But it was clear she must

lie down and rest.

Yes, the yoga nidra kind of rest.

“I feel some relief,”

she told me.

Then she left.

I watched her walk to her car.

She is 45 years old

and walked like she was ninety.

She is dying, I thought to myself.

In the next 3 sessions a general theme emerged.

Sleep deprived.

Soldiering through life.

Mother.

Feeling intellectually stupid.

Giving up.

Wounded woman.

All her words,

not mine.

She limped to my door, and back to her car every session.

I feared for her life.

Then session 5 rolled around.

As she walked to my house from her car I noticed this:

She was wearing a bright green shirt.

Her hair was combed.

She walked slowly, but steadily.

In the Rest Room she told me:

“I’m joyful in a mellow way,”

And I thought to myself,

HELL YES.

HELL YES.

HELL YES.

How often do we as mothers carry so much on our shoulders

until we cannot take one more step forward?

If only there was a way to

remember to hydrate

ourselves

before we

can carry no more.

It’s the same with

a pregnant mother’s journey.

A mother goes through her pregnancy saying

I’m fine,

My doctor is fine about my birth choices,

My family is fine about my birth choices,

My hospital is fine,

I’m fine.

Really, I’m fine.

And then they give birth

And fine isn’t good enough.

Fine is not the

HELL YES.

Fine is a whispers

That becomes a loud

Screaming

Wild

Shout.

A big NO

that we didn’t see coming.

What if,

We as women

and mothers

only said

HELL YES?

What if we wore

bright green

every day?

We demanded joy.

As my HELL YES mama

walked away

from my home this week

I wept.

For all mothers.

What if

you didn’t carry

such a heavy load

on our shoulders?

What would that look like?

Have a beautiful week.

Together we can be good to ourselves.

Let’s stick together.

With love & BOLD somersaults,

KarenSignature-111x91

PS: If you’re in DC next month come see me, Ina May and others at the Freedom for Family Wellness Summit. I’ll be speaking and Bold Tranquility will be setting up a place for moms to rest :)