What Happens When You Journal
Our circle of wild souls journaling, during my first Wild Soul Retreat 2025I wish I could describe how challenging it was to allow my Substack to go public. Not because of outside resistance, but because of inner resistance. That critical in-your-head voice that often says stuff like:
“You’re not good enough.”
“Who would want to read this?”
“They will laugh and judge you.”
“No one wants your vulnerability.”
And on and on and on. And I did it anyways. My closest friends and parents were my first subscribers, and as I watched the numbers grow, I decided my main audience would narrow in on one tiny person (my sweet H.) who will someday turn 26, and then maybe, if I’m lucky, read this and discover a bit more about her momma’s How to be Here. (What I wouldn’t pay to know these kinds of things about my own mother.)
In October of 2025, I led my first Wild Soul Retreat in this luxurious lodge surrounded by rustic cottages on the French River. I taught these wild souls how to know and access our unconscious mind, how to sit with and in stillness, and how to come back into our bodies. I watched as they journaled through carefully chosen prompts. I even sparked attraction to poetry for some. Thank you to Rilke, Rumi and Mary Oliver for their universal and timeless words.
