Awakenedshe

18/06/2026

Three questions.
A cup of tea.
Five minutes that belong entirely to you.
When did you last sit down with yourself and actually ask how you are?
Not the version of you that manages everything and holds it all together. The one underneath that. The one who has been waiting, quietly and patiently, for you to come back.
This is what journalling in the sacred sense is.
Not a productivity tool.
Not another thing to tick off.
It is a returning.
A small act of remembrance that says: I matter enough to be listened to.
By myself, first.
These three questions are drawn from the heart of my new book, The SacredSHE Reset.
They are gentle.
They do not demand.
They simply open a door and wait to see what walks through.

What am I feeling beneath the surface?
What do I need more of today?
What am I ready to release?

Save this post for your next quiet moment, a morning cup of tea, a few minutes before the house wakes up, the breath between one thing and the next.
You do not need much time.
You need a little willingness.
Come home to you.
💗

16/06/2026

For most of my life, I let fear do the navigating.
It was very efficient, and it took me somewhere I did not recognise.
There is a particular kind of exhaustion that comes not from doing too much, but from spending too long doing things that were shaped by what you were afraid of losing. Afraid of disappointing someone.
Afraid of being too much, or not enough.
Afraid of what would happen if you actually chose yourself.
I know that woman. I was her for a long time.

What I know now is that midlife has a gift hidden inside its disruption. It strips away the fear-built scaffolding and asks you, quietly and then not so quietly, what you actually love.

What actually feeds you.
What you would choose if you were no longer choosing from a place of survival.

This is the work the SacredSHE Reset was written for, soon to be released.
And this is the invitation I am extending to you, beloved, if you are ready.

What would your life look like if love, not fear, held the compass?
If you feel called, please comment below 👇

15/06/2026

Close your eyes.
Take one breath.
Let this find you.
This is not a performance.
It is an invitation.

The gong has been used for thousands of years to move what is stuck, to still what is spinning, to return a woman to herself when the world has pulled her too far from her own centre.
There is nothing you need to understand about it.
There is nothing you need to do except let it in.
If you have been running on empty, if the noise inside your own head has been louder than anything outside it, if you cannot remember the last time you felt genuinely still, this one minute and thirty seconds is for you.

Turn your sound up.
Let your shoulders drop.
And just for now, let someone else hold the frequency while you simply breathe.

What did you feel? I would love to know.
✨✨✨✨✨

29/04/2026

We were walking through a park in San Francisco recently, just wandering with no agenda, when we spotted him.
A hawk
We stopped.
We watched.
We breathed.
And then one of the locals wandered over and started chatting with us about this magnificent creature.
About how the hawks have made this park their home. About how they hunt, how they rest, how they hold their ground amidst the chaos of the city.
There is something about encountering wildness in unexpected places.
A reminder that nature is never as far away as we think.
That even in the middle of concrete and noise, the sacred is still present.
Still watching.
Still offering its wisdom to anyone willing to pause long enough to notice.
The hawk teaches presence.
Stillness.
The power of waiting for the right moment.
He does not chase.
He observes.
He trusts his timing.
I needed that reminder.
Sometimes the greatest teachers appear in the most ordinary moments.
A walk in the park.
A conversation with a stranger.
A wild creature holding space in the middle of the city.
Keep your eyes open.
The medicine is everywhere.
🦅

28/04/2026

27/04/2026

YES. YES. YES.

It hasn’t been days, weeks, or months…
It’s been decades.

I knew at the age of 12 that I wanted to be an author.

And today marks the first day of me truly saying yes to that.

I began mapping this book out over 15 years ago. It came to me in the midst of one of my darkest nights of the soul. There was a knowing, that what I was living, if I continued to put pen to paper, would one day support women around the world.

At the time, that felt… enormous. Almost too big to comprehend.
But I’ve always had a deep sense about things. And what I was witnessing back then wasn’t just my pain, it was the unfolding of something far greater than me.

Last year, I reconnected with the book within me while we were travelling through Asia. We were searching for retreat locations, but something didn’t quite land. I didn’t feel the call to create another retreat at that time.

Instead, I was called to write.

So I spent the year doing just that. Writing. Listening. Tending to the garden of my soul.

And as we began preparing to leave Australia and step into a more nomadic life… I kept writing.

Today, I hit send on the email to confirm I’m ready for the next stage.

What does that mean?

It means I am weeks away from holding my debut book in my hands.

The book I’ve been carrying for over a decade.
The book that has been writing me as much as I’ve been writing it.

It will come together in real time, perfectly imperfect, knowing that it is something that will shift the trajectory of the years to come.

And today… I’m celebrating that.

Because I deserve to.

25/04/2026

Welcome to Panama. 🇵🇦

Most mornings since I arrived here, I walk on the beach as the sun is rising over the ocean.
With feet on the sand.
Salt on my skin.
The sound of waves reminding me to breathe.

Two weeks ago I was on the other side of the world. Running on adrenaline. Moving, packing, presenting at festivals. Pouring out everything I had.
And now, I am here. Learning to receive again.
There is something profound about landing in a new country with an empty cup.
You cannot pretend you have it all together.
You cannot fake the energy you do not have.
You are forced to slow down, to listen, to let the land hold you until your soul catches up with your body.

Panama is already teaching me. The iguanas by the pool who move at their own ancient pace. The hummingbirds who drink without hesitation. The ocean who speaks in layers if you are still enough to hear her.
I am not here to hustle.
I am here to remember.
To write.
To rest.
To reconnect with the rhythm that got lost somewhere between time zones and to-do lists.
This is the next chapter.
Rooted in soul.
Roaming the world.
Devoted to the becoming.
Welcome….This is where transformation meets soulful travel
🌊🌴

Big love 💕

19/04/2026

Nine days in Panama, and the environment is already whispering.
This morning, I found myself on my yoga mat on the grass, breathing into stillness, when a hummingbird appeared beside me. Wings blurring into presence. Drinking from the flower without hesitation. Moving on without looking back.
No second-guessing. No seeking approval. Just being exactly what she is.
Meanwhile, the iguanas have become my unlikely teachers this week. A whole family of them by the pool, moving at their own ancient pace. Unhurried. Unperforming. Completely unconcerned with what I think of them.
And it struck me: these creatures have never once questioned their Value or worth in the world.
They do not scroll for validation. They do not shrink to fit. They do not ask permission to take up space.
When did we unlearn this? When did we start believing we had to earn the right to simply be?
The hummingbird does not consult the iguana about her enoughness.
She just knows.
Perhaps we knew once, too. Perhaps we are remembering.
New writing is up on Substack, along with a new name for the publication: The Evolution of SHE.
Link in my bio 👆
I hope it finds you exactly when you need it 🙏
Big love from Panama
Cherie xx 💜