Dear friend,

Hiiiii. Here I am.

I know: it's been a while.

I'm so happy to tell you, though, that like the tulips & daffodils in my yard, the Sunday Letter is REBORN.

Until this week, my tulips & daffodils were buried beneath the many many leaves that fell in 2020.

Waiting for me to uncover them.

Finally this week, I felt ready.

I was done with the piles.

Itchy for change.

So I rolled up my sleeves and raked.

And raked and raked.

Some of the dead stuff was dry and light and blew itself away.

Others were wet, heavy, stinky, oppressive, and I grimaced as I scooped them up.

Underneath all that detritus

(all along)

the delightful little bulbs of blossom and life have been doing their thing

incubating in the earth,

getting nutrients from all the soil and rot,

preparing to rise and bloom again.

Likewise

I've been doing a lot of psycho-emotional soul raking.

Plenty of nutrient-retrieval from the soil and rot of life.

And I found my voice again, dear reader,

meaning two new presents for you.

One: The Sunday Letter, reborn.

It's my weekly love note bringing you sparks of inspo and - I hope - reminding you of your magic.

Consider it back.

Two: my new podcast, Mind Witchery.

!!!!!!!!!

It's been incubating as long as the daffodils and tulips I just uncovered.

And then subscribe to receive Episode 1 on Thursday!

Now

How about you, my friend?

Where in your life do you know you're ready for rebirth?

Where are you feeling the itch and tingle of evolution energy?

Where are you done incubating,

ready to clear away the tired old dead stuff weighing you down,

and wanting to rise up and bloom?

Really: I want to know. Hit reply and tell me.

No matter what, please know -

The light of your awareness will speed the process,

and self-kindness will smooth the way.

I'll be here with both for you. And also a rake or three.

love,

Natalie

Hello. It's me.

Let's be real about beginnings.