truth and happiness
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the truth of the happiness of womxn

ByKymberlee

In this week’s episode, I’m talking about the truth of the happiness of womxn inspired by this article by Aubrey Hirsh, singing you a song about truth, and reading from Women Who Run With the Wolves by Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes.

I read from her chapter on “Coming Home” and about cutting away what is superfluous to make space for new beginnings. In making these love notes available only to my Patreons and creating my class We Can Do Hard Things (with ease), I am doing just that. I hope this inspires you to get closer to you own truth and live it out freely.

Thank you for being here, listening, and supporting my work. I’m grateful. EnJOY!

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