Bec Wild - Women's Self Mastery Coach, Howard Springs, Darwin (2025)

14/11/2025

I just finished my first proper hospital placement and I've got so much to reflect on that I hope to share here. The good, the bad, the frustrating and the hopeful.

Being on the geriatric ward was such a serendipitous arrangement. I've been reading and thinking a lot about ageing and death this year and have two grandparents in the exact situation as some of the lovely people I worked with there.

From what I've read and witnessed, things get really simple at the pointy end of life. Which means the ways to best help our elderly are so simple too.

Kindness, touch, smiles, comfort, company, easy conversation, listening.

It's end of year exam time now then I'll be half way through this thing.

Here are some sun lounges I made the most of at lunch times out in the garden at the hospital ☀️

23/10/2025

Just over here on day 25 of my cycle feeling like I'm holding things together with 4 pieces of used sticky tape.

A part of me feels that very intensely.

And another part of me feels so damn grateful just to be alive. I get to be here. I get to cuddle each of my children today. I get to love and be loved. I have my health, I have a home, I have money in the bank and food in the fridge. I am so lucky.

What an intense experience to be able to feel it all, all at once. The dark depths and the lofty heights of the experience of being human.

I cry a lot of tears. Happy ones, angry ones, sad ones, overwhelmed ones, grateful ones and helpless ones all at the same time. It's good to let let them out. In fact it's necessary. My current song of choice is Benson Boone's 'Beautiful Things'.

'Please don't take these beautiful things that I've got...'

And next week when I'm on day 4 I'll emerge from the tumultuousness and reflective shadows of my inner autumn and winter and dive back into the relative lightness of spring and summer.

Thank God for these cycles. Never a dull moment.

What day are you on? What's the vibe?

04/10/2025

These little moments, where spirit meets science, these are the moments I love. When spiritual, esoteric, mystical swirls of wisdom correlate in some way with known anatomy and physiology.

This is the intersection where I find myself most fascinated, most curious and also most misunderstood by my colleagues. Though some get it - you know who you are!

Onwards ❤️

08/09/2025

A week later I went back to that cafe and got another coffee and fished my AirPods case out of the drain with the kids’ fish net. Worked a treat. With everything going on in life, we have to be grateful and find a tiny spark of joy in the little things, right?

I’m feeling so grateful to have a home, a family, healthy children, a loving and connected relationship, space for the kids to play, space to grow things and have chickens and to be studying something I can get my teeth into and take forward into the future.

I am grateful for a fridge full of food, clean running water, a flushing toilet, 2 washing machines, 2 dishwashers, 2 cars and solar panels. I’m grateful for relative peace and freedom. I look at that list and see that we’re so bloody privileged. A lot of it just seems to be luck of the draw, born in the right place at the right time.

Yet, others, through no fault of their own have none of this and I don’t know how to reconcile that.

How do I enjoy moments of peace and joy with my children when another mother is tormented by grief? How do I enjoy the immense privilege in my life and ‘decide what to cook for dinner’ when another mother can’t even breastfeed her starving baby because she is so malnourished? How do I enjoy the multitude of conveniences we have in our home when another mother’s home was blown up and she has nothing to give her children and no where to keep them safe?

It’s wild and I don’t know how to reconcile it all. The only thing I know for sure is that if all of us with some semblance of these privileges put effort into raising a generation of thoughtful and compassionate kids (which starts with dealing with our own s**t), maybe there is a chance that things could change one day.

This feels like the most meaningful and impactful thing I can put my energy into. It feels achievable and hopeful. And I don’t know about you, but hope feels necessary right now.

Maybe one day there will be more love than hate.

08/09/2025

Here I am, supposedly studying for an exam in 4 days and instead I’m messaging with Courtenay trying to figure out how to refer to God. ‘He’ doesn’t feel complete, ‘She’ doesn’t feel complete, ‘They’ feels to vague and impersonal but God encompasses everything so must also encompass masculine and feminine. As a two woman couple, masculine/feminine dynamics and the interesting and unique ways it is all held within our relationship is something we talk about a lot.

We didn’t quite figure out the answer, maybe there is isn’t an English word that covers it properly. There is probably a perfect word in another language.

Maybe it’s also part of the mystery of it all, after all, we were talking about Trust. Trust is the word of the decade for me. Maybe for all of us. It's pretty wild out there.

How’s that for procrastination? Pondering God’s pronouns.

I guess it could be worse. I could be looking at some ridiculous AI generated reel somewhere...

Ok, back to it.

Wishing you some clarity and peace in your day too x

02/09/2025

Wow. This card hit hard for me just now. Interesting that it references The Waste Lands that were a key reference in a book I read earlier in the year, If Women Rose Rooted, also referencing the myth of the well maidens who were betrayed and left their wells, allowing them to dry up.

If it's for me it might be for you too.

And urgent call to slow down and rethink the unsustainable ways we might be living right now.

Yeah, I can see how that's for me...

It's amazing how life can just feel like a runaway train, like it's just happening to us and around us and out of our control.

But cognitively I know for sure that I am in charge of my life, that it is all my responsibility and I choose how things unfold on a day to day basis. Which also means I get to choose to change things when they need to change.

Ok, thank you Rose Oracle.

30/08/2025

It’s Saturday morning, the kids are with their father or with Grandparents and I was on my way to the uni library to study.

I just parked at a place to get a coffee right near the uni thinking oh that's great, it’s so convenient. I got out of the car and my air pods case fell out of my lap and straight down a drain. Like perfectly lined up hole in one.

I just stand there for a moment looking at it, visible but well out of reach. Step one, google how much a replacement one is. Step two decide to come back tomorrow with the boys and set them the challenge of retrieving it. Right up Ace’s alley.

In the mean time, I’ll go and have a coffee.

So I go into this coffee shop for the first time ever and it's really nice and the woman was really friendly and said why don't you read some of the history on the walls while you wait.

She's a 5th generation Territorian and there are newspaper articles, photos, etc. of her family's history on the wall. The headline if the article from 1923 was, ‘I married the right wife’. I thought, oh that’s a nice and direct little bit of affirmation of something that I’ve been feeling lately.

She then went on to explain that her eldest son can't walk, talk or see so she's become immersed in the carer/NDIS space and owns three other houses along the street where different things operate from like overnight respite for high dependency care, etc. They employ people with disabilities at their cafe but only 1 or 2 per shift so it's not a 'manufactured' environment but an actual workplace where they get paid award wages.

I thanked her for the coffee and for sharing a bit about her life with me and we discussed the importance of knowing your roots and history and I left.

And suddenly the air pod case down the drain didn’t really matter any more.

When I take the view that everything that happens in life is on purpose and nothing is by accident, every little thing feels so miraculous, sometimes frighteningly jarring and somtimes unbelievably comical in its intentionality but always meaningful and always reminding me to trust.

28/08/2025

What a time I’m in. What a time we’re all in.

One mind bending occurrence after another. The other night Courtenay and I were walking at the beach at sunset, just us, with the knowledge that we were going to be having our first night at home together without any children since Phoenix was born. We were discussing it all and how our human brains can only comprehend so much. We think we’re so clever, wise and insightful but really our capacity for knowing and understanding the deeper meanings, the ways of the world, the secrets of the universe, the will of God, is so primitive.

We are but mere mortals and it seems that the more serendipitous, uncanny, unfathomable and nonsensical the events around me are, the more I find myself needing to surrender to that. I am clearly not in control. And the more I loosen my grip on how I think things should be, the more I can see that things unfold exactly as they are meant to. I hear gentle whispers on the breeze, in the rustling of the leaves saying,

Trust me.

And so I trust. And that’s not easy. It’s a moment by moment practice, letting go of control, brining myself back to trust. Over and over.

I feel like I am clay and I am being moulded, shaped and refined with each devastating occurrence, each moment of simple joy, each strange or joyful or meaningful interaction, each sunset or bright star or beautiful flower or sparkling smile truly noticed, each arrival of grief, each expression of raw human emotion witnessed or experienced. And I feel like the more I surrender to the fact that I do not control these things, the more they feel so purposeful, so poignant, and somehow, so divinely placed.

The more I stop spinning in circles in the microscopic chaos of my tiny life, the more time I spend seeing the bigger picture.

And it's quite a magnificent view.

Devastating, overwhelming, beautiful and simple, all at the same time.

28/08/2025

This is for me today. I wanted to share it because maybe it's for you too.

Trusting in the seasons, the changes, the deaths, the rebirths.

Sometimes it's hard to trust but gee things feel lighter when I loosen my grip and really lean into it.

With love x

27/08/2025

You know when you find something lurking around in there in the murky waters between thought and feeling, not quite clear, and then suddenly you find words for it and it takes shape? That happened the other morning when I realised that with all of the depth of feeling I’ve been having lately. Loss after loss, creeping closer and closer to my field. Grief quietly, loudly actually, making itself known, I’ve also been feeling more peace, more tiny moments of joy and more presence.

I’ve been more present and patient with my children, more present with the small things going on around me, having more delightful interactions with strangers, seeing more beauty in nature and feeling more gratitude for what I have in my life.

I realised that in order to stretch into the light and warm and beautiful corners of human existence, we also must push into the dark and tumultuous and heavy corners. It’s the light and dark thing again, in order to access the light, the dark must also be there. To equal measure it seems.

It’s kind of lame to bring high school physics into the conversation but on a really basic level - ‘For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction’, Newton’s third law. For each stretch into the incredible peace that is available, there is an equal stretch into unfathomable pain. It also reaches into Taoism, Jungian psychology and quantum physics. All of these different streams of thought and theory mention the same thing just in different ways.

One of the challenges I guess is to develop the capacity to hold it all. How can we hold those vast and distant polar extremes at the same time? Or maybe it’s not as hard as it looks. Because you can’t have one without the other, maybe they’re actually closer than we think and can both be gently held, right next to each other, just there in our hearts.

Here are me and Pix having an impromptu babycino that brought both of us joy. Something I've never done with any of my other kids. Benefits of being the littlest of many?

26/08/2025

Another beautiful mother loses her precious baby. My heart breaks into a thousand pieces for her as she walks this path of unthinkable grief.

And these are just the women in my sphere who I know and love. There are billions of other mothers around the world.

My mind and heart then expands to each one of them who today, loses her baby, loses her child, hears the diagnosis, screams in horror at the truth of what has just happened, holds her lifeless child in her arms, feels the lead weight of loss drop into her broken heart.

And when I consider oneness, that I am her and she is me, it’s no wonder I feel her grief as such a jagged blade through my soul.

To be a mother is to say yes to ultimate love and also to the possibility of ultimate suffering. We can’t say yes to one without saying yes to the other.

What brave creatures mothers are, to take that risk.

If you’re reading this and you’re a mother, I see you. I see you as you walk this incredible path of joy and sorrow. Never knowing what tomorrow will bring.

24/08/2025

Feeling so grateful in this moment. The noise of 10 kids around the place. Dishes, washing, yard work, chickens, preparing food, music. Nothing else is needed.

Oh how the stretches onto the deep and tumultuous recesses of human life allow me to equally expand into increasing peace and gratitude, and dare I say it, joy.

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