Sometimes T-Swift, Others Beyoncé, Generally Howdy Doody

No one tells you what the dress code is when you're leading a revolution.

Or that maybe there isn't one at all because you're leaving one way of being and not yet into the new way of being, so you get to write the rules.

My dress code changes on the daily over here. Because by dress code I mean how I communicate what I'm meant to share.

Some days, the energy that comes through the channel is fun and poppy like Taylor Swift. It's bright and vibrant and playful and fun. Sequins! Glitter! Pink and purple! I love these days and these messages of expansion and living on the other side of healing, because it's so different than living with unhealed parts still in place.

Other days I feel more like Beyoncé in tight black leather on a mission and you best

HEAR

ME.

Those days feel fierce and just as purposeful as the T-Swift days. But they also feel like an identity I've skirted for a few years. I wouldn't wear black for a long time after my divorce because I wanted all the lightness all the time, and that meant all over my home and my wardrobe.

Now I find myself wearing more of it. Actually gravitating toward it.

But on most days the way I show up is a little Howdy Doody. I'm speaking from life inside the revolution, and it's from the back forty, the orchard, the dog walks, the BioMat. It's in the wake of the big messages that have come through before the next one does.

I need to embody the energy of all of it. The billionaire singers and the women who live their lives walking dogs, mowing their lawns, and picking fruit from the raspberry bushes.

I am, we are, energy.

I am, we are, capable of being everything, everywhere, all at once.

I am, we are, called to understand that we are capable of being the person who pushes our buttons, that we are not separate from them, because we are not separate from anything.

When we lean into life fully lived and expressed and thoroughly enjoyed, I believe we'll find ourselves wearing outfits that feel a little funky at first. Like, "Who are you trying to be?" or "Who do you think you are?"

The invitation is to own the shit out of it.

Make it fit like a glove.

Shrug off how you are received and perceived by those who cannot see who you truly are or what you're here to offer to humanity.

Fly your freak flag so that others will fly theirs.

Today I'm dressed as Heidi (and she changes her outfits like four times a day, so there's still time for Tay or Bey to show up). But I'm finding that my human is becoming more and more comfortable showing up and communicating in all the ways I'm shown to in order to reach the women I'm meant to reach.

The outfits are just getting a bit louder. And I'm ready for it.

Where are you itching to pull on a pair of iridescent fishnets and thigh-high boots? What are you going to do when someone says you look ridiculous? Are you going to change your outfit or rock it?

Things get exciting and colorful when we own who we've come here to be. And the world needs more of it.

Show us what you've got.