Having an identity-shattering experience can leave you feeling, for a minute*, like you’re carefully picking your way through a dense fog.
*A minute can equal any length of time. In fact, time tends to do funny things in these liminal spaces.
Notes you used to sway to now feel discordant.
Velvet moments feel like sandpaper on sunburned skin.
A crisp, ripe apple tastes like last week’s garbage.
So you tread carefully, unsure whether you’re moving forward or in circles.
Knowing only that you must keep moving to keep breathing.
But what if this fog isn't something to push through?
What if, instead, it's the ideal excavation weather?
When life strips away everything you thought you knew about yourself, it leaves behind something far more valuable than comfort:
access to your depths.
This is where Inner
Archeology begins.
The artifacts of who you really are have been buried there in your depths all along, waiting for exactly this kind of disruption to bring them to light.
Not with building something new on shaky ground, but with carefully excavating what's always been true about you beneath the rubble of who you thought you were supposed to be.
If you're ready to stop wandering alone in this fog, there are a few ways we can walk this path together:
Start with my Luminous Notes - letters from the depths. Consider them breadcrumbs for fellow travelers who know that the shadows dancing on cave walls are invitations to the dance.
Watch me work on YouTube, where I share what I'm excavating in real time - both in my own depths and in the sacred work of guiding others.
Or dive straight into Inner Archeology - where we'll use your disruption as a doorway, and your own deep knowing as the map home to yourself.
