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Happy International Women's Day! Some countries celebrate this day as a national holiday, giving employed women a reprieve from their work life. But there are some women out there who never stop working, not even if her native country declares that she should. 

Currently, my laptop is sitting in its go-to position on my lap, an Apple logo nearly imprinted on my leg. My son is weaved against me like the most intricate little scarf, and he's holding my iPhone, waiting for Paw Patrol to load on our shitty, country internet. He's not usually allowed on our phones, but I'm desperate to keep him quiet while we wait for dad to get milk in town, and I plug away at some of the things overdue on my list.

Who I am is enough

Brett and I are high school sweethearts. We started dating just after we turned 17. Seventeen-year-old-me bleached my long hair blonde, loved schoolwork, and could hardly get out a sentence due to being painfully shy. Seventeen-year-old Brett loved making friends more than doing his homework, straightened his hair, and played bass guitar. 

Not married with children

I'm not sure if I would call myself a romantic person. I know that as I grow older, I definitely crave romance (or my idea of it) much more than I use to. When I was younger, I used to snuff the idea of romance - almost as if it were beneath me. 

Oh how young I was.

Now I'm like, PLEASE OH GOD JUST RUB MY BACK I'LL DO ANYTHING.

We're trying to do our part in promoting awareness around some of the over-harvested smoke cleansing items out there, primarily the ones that have become "trendy" in New Age spirituality. These trendy items are white sage, palo santo, rosewood and more, but we are focusing on these three, specifically, because these three are the ones we used to offer in our shop.

My maiden name is Murdock. Nicole Murdock. An Indigenous name, for an Indigenous woman. Aboriginal. First Nations. Native. A full status Indian in the eyes of the Government of Canada thanks to the status card that I carry in my wallet. My dad is a Cree man from Manitoba; my mom, a half Ojibwe/half Irish woman from Ontario. This makes me three quarters Aboriginal and a quarter white.

But actually, I just feel white.

Too often, women stay silent in the midst of great pain. We do it in an effort to be strong. We so badly want to be strong. We stay silent to protect the feelings or reputation of someone who caused us pain. We bottle up the wrongdoings of others and deposit them inside of ourselves, housing burdens that aren’t ours to carry. Maybe we want to protect ourselves from being reprimanded for speaking up. Maybe we fear looking self-indulgent or unappreciative. Weak. Ungrateful. 

But there is strength in speaking up.

The early transitions into winter have been very difficult on me mentally and emotionally. I always follow my personal rhythms at this time, but this year, there are some really deep internal shifts taking place, and I feel they are immensely important for me to talk about in a public space.

I have always heard intuitive readers talking about protecting themselves while giving readings, be that energetically projecting intentions, inviting their guides in for support, or literally smudging between sessions. As someone who talks about intuitive abilities on the regular, this isn't easy for me to admit. But. I have always thought the idea of energetically protecting yourself from others while giving readings was a little... meh.

One of the best things about spending time at the lake or cottage with close friends is the great conversation had. And sometimes epiphanies are uncovered. I've had really rousing dialogue with some friends regarding our personal habits and how just one tiny difference can turn habits into luxurious treasured moments. This dissection of habits versus rituals is one of my favourite posts to date, and I'd love to hear what you think, too. Message me in the comments below!