My 7 year old feet are click-clacking in shiny, white patent leather shoes, journeying down the marble tiled, center aisle at church.

I am making my way towards the confessionals. It’s the day I am to receive the sacrament of penance (also known as confession), and I am PUMPED.

I just love God so much I could burst at the seams.

I feel God’s love in my mother’s bedtime hugs, and in the wet cool grass on my always-dirty-from-being-outside bare feet.

I see it in the colorful pictures of the saints in my Children’s Bible, and hear it whenever I sing out loud in church.

When the moment arrives, I’m pretty psyched to get in there and start confessin’.

Not because I have some great register of juicy sins, (I’m only seven years old after all.)

But the ritual of it, the inclusion, the white dress. I simply cannot get enough of being God’s favorite bride.

I enter the room ready to ace my first confession. Having committed the opening prayer to memory, I’m ready to make my moment a real triple-axle.

But when I get to the confessing part, I find don’t know what to say.

(Again, I’m only seven years old.)

Is the way I like cookies too much a sin? When I did a cartwheel and my Grandma yelled at me for it, was I being sinful? I try so hard to pay attention to the sermon every week, but I always seem to drift off into daydreams about horses and boys and what I’ll be when I grow up.

I decide to take a stab and confess them all.

The priest gives me prayers to recite to ask for God’s absolution, and I kneel down in the front pew.

As I ask God’s forgiveness for my sins of loving cartwheels, cookies and daydreams too much, a new belief takes root:

If something feels good in my body, it must mean I’m being really bad.

One of the origins of the word sin is "separate”. In other words, to sin is to be separate from Source.

This is just one moment where a splinter was driven between me and my source, my temple, my hero, my hearth, my muse: My Body.

Simple, sensory pleasures are what ring the singing bowl of my spiritual life.

It was true then and it’s true now.

And that brings us here, to this page, to this moment,

There are dozens more stories I could tell you from my journey. Tales that include my transformation from being an insecure, cardigan clad wallflower to a sizzling starlet burlesque dancer.

Stories of having lost everything - a marriage, a parent, a job, an identity - and in the sinking to the bottom that followed, finding solace inside the seashell of myself.

There are stories of torturing myself with self-loathing, crying on my knees on the kitchen floor begging for divine intervention, and all the other ways I acted out feeling unable to trust myself, and being unable not to trust myself at the same time.

Embodiment gave me back to myself.

The innocent spark of joy that came alive through cartwheels and cookies is still alive in me. It manifests today as the quickening in my gut, the honeyed tenderness of my heart, my wild creativity and my oracle intuition.

I strive to make my life a living altar of devotion to this divine spark, the radiance it exudes, and the decisions it guides me to.

As a coach, it’s my honor to be both steward and companion as we journey this path of embodiment together.

Ok, that’s me. Now, let’s talk about you.

• You might be here because you feel numb and disconnected from your body, and are aching to find your way home.

• Maybe you don’t know how you got to a place of chronic, low grade fight or flight, and are equally as confused about how to get out of it.

• You may have many blessings in your life, but there is a foggy film that stands between you being grateful and you feeling grateful.

• You might find that your masculine superpowers of logic, reason, and analysis are busting at the seams. But your feminine superpowers of creativity, sensuality, intuition and depth feel like shriveled grapes on a barren vine.

The paths to embodiment are different, but the calling is always the same…

You’ve gone as far as you can go with figuring things out.

Now you’re ready to feel your way forward.