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  • 10
    May 2017

    MY NEW HOUSE!!!!!

    It was 2012 when I first saw my dream home. I was sitting in a room of 5,000 people being led in a guided meditation by the larger than life, Tony Robbins. I could clearly see the double sided fireplace that separated the living room from the dining room. I was sitting in the living room drinking hot cocoa and while watching the fire blaze and the snow falling outside. In my meditation the doorbell rang and a flurry of three rosy-cheeked kids rushed into the room demanding hot chocolate after being out sledding. I took note of the white walls, exposed beams, and floor to ceiling windows. I thought it seemed a little modern for my taste, but it felt good, so I folded it away in my memory bank.

    Fast forward to this past November, now with two kids and 9 months left in San Francisco (this number was not an accident I imagine). I had just started my Empowerment work with Katina Mercadante, who I told you about here, and one of my projects was to write out my 5-year plan in extreme detail.

    I decided in 5 years we would be moving from our “starter home” in Massachusetts to our dream home. Through my work with Katina, I uncovered that I am called to do sacred work with women in person. I dreamed of owning a property where I could cultivate a sacred landing place for women to transform in many areas of their life – body, career, family, love, creativity…

    I wrote down details for my dream home like

    • A tree lined long driveway
    • Sheep
    • Open fields to gather in circle
    • Woods where we can have solitude or dance naked in privacy
    • A stream
    • Old trees
    • A house with an open floor plan, plenty of bedrooms, front porch and lots of light
    • A Barn
    • Enough space to build a yurt (a round, usually canvas, building) where I can gather women in circle

    Two weeks after I wrote this, Jonathan and I were laying in bed, our bellies full from our Thanksgiving Dinner, and pulled up the Trulia app for the 100th time to see if anything new appeared in the towns we were considering. Whether it was the wine or fate, we didn’t plug in our “price filter” like we normally do, and up popped a picture of a house on a lake. I was intrigued by the water and clicked.

    When I saw the price, I didn’t even want to look at the pictures, for fear of falling in love and being disappointed, but again wine/God took over.

    I clicked on the cover picture of the house perched on a lake and up popped a windy tree-lined driveway, then sheep, then THE LIVING ROOM I SAW IN MY VISION AT TONY ROBBINS (!!!!),  then open fields, a barn, and a picture of a trail running through the woods… I’m now looking at Jonathan in shock, and he is looking at me in fear because he sees what’s happening… and then, you’re not going to believe this… there’s a freaking YURT on the property. Yurts are not a “thing” in Massachusetts, and it’s not even a yurt, it’s a huge octagonal building with a kitchen, office and 1 ½ baths. At this point, my whole body is shaking and I have to get out of bed and do some deep breathing. The house was way over our budget, but this was, clear as day, our house. Five years before I thought it would come into being.

    I barely slept that night and the next morning I pulled out my travel altar, asked about the house in meditation and heard, “Google it”.

    So I googled the address and a website came up about the various programs that were offered at the yurt-on-steroids. Yoga, reiki, singing workshops, dance, herbalism… this place obviously already had a lot of magic happening in it. I got hooked by the articles written by the owner and was taken by how similar our philosophy is. When I got down to the end of one of the articles I see that the owner of the house is MY HIGH SCHOOL THERAPIST!!!!! Are you kidding me!?

    This was the first woman to ever talk to me about my body and was the very first step on my healing journey. The symbolism rocks my world.

    A week later I was already planning on being in Massachusetts for my Godson’s baptism, and I emailed the owner to set up an appointment to come see the house.

    As soon as I stepped on the property it was clear, this land was sacred, and it felt like I was meant to be there.  After meeting with the agents, I went on a long walk through the woods with my old therapist.  We talked about what has happened in our lives since our work together many years ago.  She told me about the history of the land, the farm, the house and the yurt.  We talked about the Goddess, Earth Magic and Native American Spirituality and seasonal living.  So much in common, so much to share, the hours just rolled on and on.  She revealed that they had done a shamanic ceremony just a few days before I emailed her to call in the new owner of the land.  She blessed my journey and asked the spirits of the land to make my path clear.  I felt like I was in a dream.

    Then I jumped on the emotional roller coaster. Is this for real?  Is the Goddess just playing a joke on me? Maybe magic doesn’t exist.  I should probably buy a cheaper house and get a large property when I’m ready.  Am I really meant to do work that will do this land justice?  Why me? The angels must’ve gotten the wrong person.  

    But with my tribe in my corner and sitting in daily meditation and prayer, the naysayers in my head parted for the truth that this was meant to be.

    Jonathan and I traveled to see it in March and look at other houses just in case this fell through.  He was instantly hooked. We got creative with our finances, were blessed with many more miracles and were on our way to making our dream a reality. The whole thing was so trippy that I couldn’t help but trust this was meant to be, there wasn’t a lot left to do but put one foot in front of the other and meet each obstacle with faith.

    We are now proud owners of our dream home – a farm, sacred land and retreat center in Medfield, Massachusetts.

    And I would like to invite you to be one of the first women to gather there this fall.

    So. With deep gratitude and trust, I invite you to…

    HOME
    A Retreat to Remember Your Body is Sacred
    With Sarah Jenks

    Friday, October 6th through Sunday, October 8th, 2017
    Medfield, Massachusetts 

    I’ve planned the whole retreat start to finish and it is going to be REMARKABLE. This work is pouring out of me in a way I’ve never experienced. I am only hosting 30-40 women for this first gathering under the fall leaves, and it would be an honor to have you there. It’s going to be a transformational experience, to say the least.

    You can click here to get the full invitation and some pictures of where we will be gathering. 

    What a life. So happy I could finally share this with you. I hope we can be together in person this fall.

    Love,
    Sarah

  • 27
    Apr 2017

    It’s not a coincidence! It’s a message.

    On the new moon the day after my birthday on September 30th I was poised for a breakthrough. I knew astrologically from working with Jenn Racioppi (you can read about how her work changed me here) that this was a big birthday and the new moon was going to reveal a lot to me.

    I gathered with ten of my most magical friends from all over the country at Becca Piastrelli’s Mill Valley cottage. Becca saged each of us, we sang a song and went into a deep, twenty-minute meditation.

    I was ready for a full movie of my new life to play in my mind’s eye. 

    But there was nothing.

    I just felt bored, then anxious, then hot and uncomfortable.  What the f…

    After we sat in silence together, a woman I’d never met started leading us in song (it was a little strange she was even there to be honest because everyone else was a close friend of mine, but Becca invited her so I figured she was cool).  The songs were steeped in ancient wisdom and reminded me that my body is a sacred instrument and how a simple group of women can create a symphony. I felt at home, held by these songs written generations ago. It was like something in me clicked, and I knew who I was more deeply than I had since I was a child. I remembered. 

    After our circle had completed I started talking to this mysterious song leader, Katina.

    I asked her about where she had learned the songs and I told her how it reminded me so much of camp in Maine and how much I missed singing.  

    “Where did you grow up?” Katina asked.

    “Boston.”

    “Awesome, I went to school in Massachusetts” 

    “Really, where?”

    “Amherst”

    “No way! I went to Williams.” I responded excitedly.

    (Williams and Amherst hold one of the oldest and most notable rivalries in the country – even though most people have never heard of them.)

    We chatted some more and I told her about my imminent move to Massachusetts this summer.

    “I’m actually going back this summer for my ten year reunion.” 

    “I am also going back for my ten-year!” I screamed, now paying close attention.

    “I’m actually in charge of planning my reunion because I’m senior class president.” She told me. 

    “I was also senior class president.”

    We are now both laughing, very present to this cosmic joke.

    We exchange numbers and I give her my 917 area code.

    She smirks, “did you live in New York?” 

    “Yeah, I moved there right after I graduated.” 

    “Me too.”

    She then takes out her human design charting app and quickly pulls up my chart. Turns out hers and mine are eerily similar.  

    So I’m now I’m sitting here with this woman I just met coming to terms with how we’ve lived parallel lives for the past 14 years moving to Western Massachusetts September 2003, then to New York in June 2007 and then to San Francisco in July of 2011. Same months, same places for 14 years. Plus countless other obvious similarities and synchronicities. SO WEIRD RIGHT?!

    I thanked the Goddess for this fanfare message and started gathering the threads: events, coincidences, dreams and desires woven into a message.  

    It’s been so wild. New beginnings are everywhere. Things are being stripped from my life or changed in ways where they are no longer recognizable. My work team is shifting, my home team is evolving and I am stepping into new work and a new way of being in the world. And I am trying just to let it all happen without losing my sh*t (that much).

    Here’s what I’m hearing and feeling into…

    The name of the game for me right now is radical realness. I’ve spent so much of my life trying to be palatable.  I kept trying to create a body, an image, an outfit, a voice so I could just be accepted.  

    For so long fitting in was critical for our survival. But not anymore.

    And I can’t speak for you, but I can no longer survive wearing a mask of perfection because the truth is that I am wild, scarred, gorgeous, fierce, fragile, feminine, fecund, ravenous and wise.  

    The Earth is calling us back to our wildness. I am seeing it in businesses, in politics, on Instagam, at the grocery store, in my closet. We are being called back into circle. We are being asked to remember who the raw, real, wild, Whole Woman is inside of all of us.  Because it’s just too much work to fake it. 

    Since our chance meeting 7 months ago, Katina has been a catalyst for huge change in my life. Things I’ll be sharing more about in the coming weeks.  

    Coincidences happen every day, but guess what? 

    It’s not a coincidence! It’s a message. It’s Magic.  

    Pay attention. And do what the magic says to do. In my case it was to spend as much time with this woman as possible and doing so has lead to me understand my next assignment.

    Wishing you the vision to see the endless flow of magic that pours through your life. 

    Love, 
    Sarah

  • 20
    Apr 2017

    Enjoy blooming

    Two weeks ago I sat down to write you a letter. It was my second day back at work after being home with the kids for a while and I was excited to get back to my old routine.

    I finished my taxes in record time and opened a new document to bang out a blog post. Nothing. I stared at a blank screen for half an hour until I gave up.

    Part of me was pissed and frustrated. I had two hours to get some writing done and it wasn’t flowing. Had I lost my touch? Maybe I didn’t have anything good to say. I’ll probably not have anything good to say every again… so goes my inner critic.

    I let her rant for a bit and then checked in with my soul self. She told me to close the computer and go into nature.

    I went to an outdoor hot tub spa where I could soak naked under a redwood tree. As soon as I submerged, I closed my eyes and asked, “what do you want me to do?”

    Instantly I heard, “Enjoy Blooming.”

    We’ve all been told to “enjoy the ride” or “enjoy the process” but to me, that meant, “stop complaining about the crappy work that goes into getting what you want.”

    When I opened my eyes I saw a waxing moon hanging peacefully in the sky and a flower with tight petals still protecting its pistil from the early spring air. Nature was reflecting the natural, intelligent and beautiful process of blooming – an exciting time of potential, in between and growth.

    So instead of trying to “hurry up and get there” I’m enjoying the blooming. I’m feeling the joy of the subtle changes I’m feeling in my body as I’ve been committing to moving her and strengthening her. I’m witnessing my creativity building each day and relishing in the spark that happens when a new idea appears. I’m so fascinated by how I feel different every morning when I wake up, a bit clearer and happier every day.

    Here are 10 ideas (that I’ve tested) for “watering” yourself, you know, so you can bloom 🤗.

    1. Put away the technology and sit in nature for an hour
    2. Take a bath
    3. Walk around naked
    4. Go to a yoga class (you don’t need to become a yogini, just go to one)
    5. Wear a long flowy dress to nowhere special
    6. Skip the wine
    7. Have a long lunch with a friend
    8. Get some support with what ails you (like Live More Weigh Less Membership perhaps 🤔)
    9. Braid your hair
    10. Eat happy foods

    Winter, the season in nature or in our emotional lives can take a toll on us, but it’s all part of the cycle. Now that we are in spring, don’t rush to summer where we will feel like we have “arrived”. Enjoy the blooming.

    Love,
    Sarah

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