I've just finished the English translation of the book I wrote in Swedish about Awakening Feminine Leadership. In English it's called "What's Most Holy - A pleasure-filled guide to Feminine Leadership", and I feel incredibly proud of myself. I celebrate myself. I sing myself as Walt Whitman so poetically wrote. It's far from perfect, but a great collaboration between myself and Claude. I've made some updates from the Swedish book, but I've kept most of it intact. I will share soon where you can get it and in which format. Yay!

And I'm so ready to get started -and complete the book celebrating men and the masculine. It will be much shorter, but it wants to be written, probably in English right-away. I want to create space for my big love, which is the fantasy book that is jumping up and down with its message. I'm turning into an outright author (it has felt too much to claim that term before, despite earlier publications). Imagine that, huh? 

Every time I complete something I've committed to, I soar the skies with pride. I've written about endings before, but they kind of rock my socks off. Endings are glorious!

This evening, I took a 30-minute break to do a spiritual practice with a woman online. In the end, we were on a cosmic dance floor, filled with the entire existence, from the dawn of time to all entities alive today, to all future expressions. It was so magical to not see, or imagine, or visualize this dance floor, to be in it as we also were it. Losing this tight identity felt like taking a glittery cosmic bath. So juicy! It also gave me so much hope for the future. 

How do you celebrate, dance and sing yourself today? What knocks or rocks your socks off right now? And who do you take yourself to be when there is celebrating, dancing and the singing?😍