Divine Femme

When my friend and mentor Margaret Nichols announced that she would be leading a 2-day immersion workshop called Divine Femme, I was in.

I didn’t ask for a table of contents of what she planned to teach.

I didn’t ask what we would do.

I didn’t ask what time it would start or end.

I didn’t ask if we would be moving around or sitting still, if we would need to take notes or do homework.

I didn’t ask what the transformation would be, or what results I would get from participating.

I certainly didn’t ask about the “ROI.”

I didn’t have to ask any of that, because I knew what was most important:

I needed to be here for this.

I knew, because I listened.

Not to what Margaret said about the workshop.

In fact, she didn’t say much.

She did not do a big launch sequence or send a lengthy sales email.

I don’t recall that she sent even one email purely dedicated to this event.

She did not send me 40 reminders that it was my “last chance to get in on this opportunity.”

No cart closing drama.

No sales pitch.

No breaking me down in order to build me back up.

So how did I know to be here?

Because I listened. I listened as Margaret spoke her truth in her weekly emails.

These were not newsletters or eZines. Her weekly emails are personal and intimate. Like they come from a friend. Because they do.

They are from the heart; spontaneous and of the moment. Not planned months in advance on some content grid spreadsheet.

They are pure and authentic. Real authentic, not buzzword “authentic.”

Margaret shares her soul in these emails and in her other work.

And I listened. To her words.

But more important: I listened to myself.

I listened to what my soul told me.
I listened to what my body told me.
I listened to my inner knowing.

I felt what came up for me when I read her words. I felt it in my body. And in my heart.

What I heard and felt was that I needed to be in the room for this workshop, for the birthing of her new offering on Divine Femme.

I listened. I felt. I heard. And I trusted.

I trusted Margaret.
I trusted my heart.
I trusted my inner wisdom.

I trusted that she would create a sacred, safe space that would support the women in this room.

I trusted that she would gracefully guide us through the breaking open that was inevitable to occur.

I trusted that she and the other women would elegantly hold space for the flow of emotions that would inevitably pour forth.

In the time I’ve known and worked with Margaret, through the weekly Deeksha (Oneness blessing) that she leads, her Awakening course and her Mystic Mastermind, I have experienced Margaret’s ability to guide me and others through this important work.

And I’ve developed a faith in myself, in my ability to expand my capacity as a teacher and mentor and friend and as a woman.

Margaret is a bright light in this world, illuminating the path for me and so many other women who desire to fully embrace the feminine and lead from a congruent place. She is leading the shift to a new paradigm.

In this new paradigm, hustle and chase are replaced by grace and ease, and women feel confident to stand in the truth of their own knowing, open and receptive, but no less powerful.

More powerful, actually.

The power available to women when we lead from our feminine is so much greater than what we have experienced by trying to be like a man.

I trusted Margaret to guide me in this journey. I trusted the women she brings into her space to support me.

Most important, I trusted myself. To support the other women and to embrace myself as I embarked on my own unfolding.

It was two days of deep dive into the rawness of emotions. Ripping bandaids off of wounds and exposing them to the cold air for the first time in decades. Diving deep into soul and sensuality. Planting seeds and preparing for new shifts still to come.

It was a beautiful weekend. One that I cannot yet put into words. But the words don’t matter as much as this:

I listened. I heard. I felt. And I trusted.

In Margaret. In the other women.
And, perhaps most important, in myself.

I’m so glad I did.

It was Divine.