
04/11/2025
I have a memory of standing in my parents' kitchen and having this HUGE feeling in my chest.
If I had to put words to it today, I'd say it was a mix of rage, longing, and love... and on top of it was a layer of desperation at allowing it to come OUT but having no clue how.
Rage at how deeply and casually people hurt each other, simply by sucking at communicating.
Longing for a kinder, softer world where the pressure to conform wasn't as big, and where there'd be freedom to learn each other with kindness.
Love because I wanted better for all of us.
But back then? It felt like AMBITION, like wanting to do something BIG, but not knowing what and the usual avenues were NOT IT.
I kept listening to this drive, to this compulsion... .. and it led me here.
But here's what I'm realizing.
Longing is beautiful. But without skill, it turns in on itself.
Without skill, longing becomes frustration.
Without skill, love becomes martyrdom.
Without skill, rage becomes shutdown or chaos.
I thought the feeling in my chest was the calling.
But the truth is—
The calling was underneath it.
And what I needed wasn’t just courage.
It was the ability to give that longing a voice.
To take that ache and make it usable.
That’s what I’ve been building all these years.
And I’m only just now realizing—
This is what it means to become embodied.
To stop hoping my presence is enough and
start learning how to actually transmit what I carry.
To make change, not just wish for it.
To let the healer in me grow all the way up.
If you're ready to do the same, Healer: Embodied is the place for you. It's a 6-month container. Your next step is to come tell me what resonated here.
With respect,
Inge
P.S. Thank you to the women who showed up for the Healer: Reclaimed call yesterday. You helped me reclaim an even bigger part of my vision and longing and motivated to gain the skills to let it express. I'll admit, it has me shaking a bit ;).
(📸 of me in my late teens. Before I found the healing work, but at the height of this type of feeling)