The dance of money and how we engage in this tango is very telling. Are we the masculine, taking the lead, or are we the feminine and following? Or are we a solo act dancing both parts as called for?

My upbringing had me dancing the “male“ role for all of my life until recently. As a serial entrepreneur from age 8, I was always launching a new business venture. Nearly a decade ago I sold a business that I built from the garage up with products in over 500 stores and sales in the seven figures.

But all of that leading from the masculine was not sustainable for me. By the time I sold that business I was done. So done that I didn’t even want to stay on in an advisory role as requested.

I was so done that I had to come completely undone and start over from ground zero. That coming undone and the process of reassembly has been revelatory. Peeling away so many layers around money and abundance. Productivity and flow. Doing and being. 

This process and its timing have been frustrating to me due to that masculine conditioning and the belief that I “should“ have accomplished more by now. That I “should” have some thing up and running and productive by now. That I “should” have something to show for all of this time I’ve spent since I sold that business.

My father‘s voice and that of our dominant culture reverberated in my skull. Bouncing back-and-forth and up-and-down in a way that created a kind of insanity.

And this is a microcosm of the macro. A fractal in the larger hologram of the issues we are having with our entire planet right now. The incessant “should” of productivity, accomplishment and having to have something to show as a validation of our self-worth - as if those things confer value on the self.

I have been committing harakiri with the sword long enough. Harikiri is a disembowelment that samurai enacted as a way of restoring honor. Stabbing myself in the gut and losing my shit over not having done what culture says I’m supposed to no longer serves. In fact, it never served except to sever myself from the truth.

My body knows. My gut knows. My womb knows. But I have to remove the sword and allow it to heal in order to be honoring of myself, of you, of society, of our country and the planet.

We are being called to use the sword to cut away the untruths. The shoulds. The chains of power that has have kept us handcuffed to the old ways that no longer serve. Now, we are being called to raise the sword and declare our truth.

And then to allow our tango to become a flamenco. Stamping our feet. ¡Basta! Enough! And flowing in our sensual, empowered and fierce feminine.