Befriend your body. Rewrite the story of your life.
Dear beautiful –
From the bottom of my wisdom heart, thank you for signing up for BodyStory: Mother. I cannot wait to join you on this journey as we dive deeply into ourselves, our bodies, and our mothers.
In six weeks, you’ll gain a new understanding of how your body was shaped by your mother, and how you made it your own. At the end of the course, you’ll have written your very own sexual coming of age story – the tale of how you separated from her and became more of you.
The course is designed to be digested at your own pace, as radical self discovery through writing is a personal experience you should work through taking as much time as you need. At the bottom of this page, you’ll find a tutorial that explains how to access the course portal. We’ll also be gathering live for Q&A sessions – if your registration is after Nov 8th, you’ll be able to access recorded Q&A sessions in your portal, and can still submit questions for me via email as well! You’ll find all the details you need to join the Q&A sessions below:
When: Six Mondays, beginning November 14 through December 19, beginning at 2 p.m. Pacific Time
Where: Zoom
Password: 233773
What to bring: A notebook and pen (some weeks may require additional items that will be included in the reminder email)
I’ll send a reminder the day of, but mark your calendar now so the time is blocked off. While I love it if you attend live, I understand that life is, well, life. I will record each session and post it on my website within 24 hours. (To access the recording, you’ll need to log in using the credentials you created when you purchased the course.)
Looking forward to seeing your BodyStory come to life.
Much love,
Sonja
P.S. Know a friend who should join? Send them the link to purchase: https://yourbodystory.com/bodystory-mother/
In Your Words
“I am a changed person because of Sonja and so are my relationships.”
"I was surprised by how well Sonja really listened to me, and not just my words. She is present, and thus can find the deeper expression among all the rambling and 'I don’t knows.'"
"Sonja is a wise, authentic guide teaching deep and mind-blowing truths using a fun, light-hearted approach.
After each session, I feel more in touch with my intuition and filled with optimism."
The Journal
Karma yoga (on the path of motherhood)
I like the skins on sweet potatoes. I enjoy their texture and I like knowing that there are nutrients in them. I also don’t particularly like peeling them. It adds an extra step that is not necessary, which makes a difference in the limited time I have to cook us a meal. But she doesn’t like them. If I leave the skins on anything — sweet potatoes, carrots, grapes, even chickpeas — she sticks out her tongue and spits until the offending characters out of her mouth. Perhaps the texture is too much for her smooth baby tongue. Or maybe she doesn’t have the right technique to adequately grind the skins down with these new teeth of hers. My job is to smooth the rough road ahead of her, so I peel the sweet potatoes before I put them in the food we will share.
This too with love
I lived on Kauai for the past two years. During that time I never seemed to see the news. No one I knew had televisions and I almost never saw a paper. But as we are transitioning our life to Mexico, I have been stationed at my in-laws’ house in a suburban purgatory for a month. This is my vacation to the rest of the world. Here, the news is a part of life.
It’s not that I value being uninformed. Quite the contrary. It is that I value learning what I need to learn without taking a healthy dose of fear alongside it. It is possible to do this, though it does take a bit of work because everyone has a slant, including me.
How I learned to become an Ayurvedic baker (plus a recipe for cookies you can eat for breakfast)
When I was in my early twenties, I woke very, very early and hauled myself into a kitchen of a cafe in Boulder, Colorado. I flipped on the lights at 5:00 a.m., turned on the ovens, and spent my morning hefting gigantic trays of steaming muffins, pies, and cookies from back of house to front.
Baking has been in my DNA since I was born, and it was delicious fun to live out my childhood fantasies as a professional baker. But as much as I loved spreading the perfect cream cheese frosting on a carrot cake, this new direction kept appearing for me. At the same time I was learning to perfect my cheesecake recipe, I was learning about the effects of refined sugar on my body. I was whipping up layer cakes while doing candida cleanses, and suddenly it just fell apart. I left my job as a sugarplum drug dealer and sadly tucked my apron deep into the back of my pantry.
“On this path effort never goes to waste, and there is no failure.”
The Bhagavad Gita 2:40