Hello Beloved Helper,
As many of you know, my birthday was in October. I had the joy of celebrating in San Antonio with my grown children while we were all together for my daughter’s
wedding.
But when I returned home to Mexico, something in me whispered:
“Have a celebration here too. With your new budding community.”
We’ve been in Mexico for two years now, and building deeper connections here is one of my intentions—so the idea felt meaningful, expansive… and honestly, a little
scary.
I reached out, invited people to gather for my birthday at my favorite Indian restaurant, and almost instantly felt old insecurities rise up.
I began second-guessing everything.
Would they like Indian food?
Would my
gluten-free, vegan, lavender-cardamom cake feel too weird?
Would crystal-filled gift bags make me seem too “out there”?
Would they judge my oracle cards?
And the marigold crown I wanted to wear—would that seem childish?
With each worry came a familiar urge to water myself down.
To make myself smaller.
To choose “safe” over “sovereign.”
And I realized:
I haven’t been in the position of making a whole new circle of friends in a long
time.
In Chicago, I had my goddess friends—women who loved oracle cards and flower crowns just as much as I did. I never felt like “too much” with them.
But here, meeting new people, old voices surfaced:
“Tone it down so no one judges you.”
Thankfully, this is work I’ve practiced
for years.
So I paused.
I breathed.
And I had compassion for those tender parts of me that just wanted to belong.
Then I gently reassured myself:
“We’re safe. And even if someone does think it’s weird… I’m not abandoning
myself.”
So I did exactly what my Soul wanted:
✨ We met at the Indian restaurant I love.
✨ I brought my delicious gluten free/vegan lavender–cardamom cake.
✨ I gifted everyone crystals and a magical word.
✨ I pulled an animal oracle card for
everyone.
✨ And yes—I wore my marigold crown with joy.
Everyone was lovely, open, and excited to gather.
But what mattered most wasn’t their reaction.
What mattered was that I didn’t dilute myself.
I didn’t
abandon the parts of me that wanted to shine.
And when the restaurant accidentally reversed my candles and it looked like I turned 15 instead of 51, I just laughed.
It felt like a sweet wink from the Divine Mother and my inner 15-year-old thanking me for choosing to be fully me.
Because embodying your
Sovereign Helper Self isn’t just about your career or your leadership.
It’s about your life.
Your joy.
Your expression.
Your wholeness.
This example may seem small, but this is the path of sovereignty:
The fear rises.
You meet it with compassion.
You choose your truth anyway.
And you let yourself shine.
My hope is that this inspires you to listen to your own Soul in the moments where shrinking feels easier than shining.
You are here to be fully you—beautifully, boldly, unapologetically.
With love,
Lisa
