Welcome. I’m Sarina, Mother, mentor, artist and writer.
Fully Expressed - holds us to a truer, braver expression, while we shamelessly inhabit our unique brilliance and beauty.
No one’s giving us permission, so we do it anyway 🔥
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We gotta stop saving our best selves for paying clients.
I’m not talking about our best creations - a healthy way to resource our life-force and our finances.
I’m talking about our best selves.
Sure, when there’s a monetary exchange, there’s an invitation, a permission of sorts, to really fucking shine. To fully inhabit our greatness.
But our brilliance and beauty belongs everywhere. Not just in paid containers.
And most importantly - not just in our work.
Perhaps many of us chose our line of work as a specific container where we get to come alive, to fully express what we’re made of - because it’s scarier to shine at home with our families, it’s scarier to shine with our friends, not to mention acquaintances.
How wonderful that we get to light up in the container of our work.
And yet, what parts of our lives are starved of who we really are?
Do our friends really know us?
Last week, at a friend’s birthday gathering on the beach, I met a woman in her late 60s. We sat next to each other in the circle of women, surrounding huge bowls of exotic fruit, fresh honeycomb, homemade desserts and a vase of yellow roses.
She asked about me, and within seconds, we were in deep. (This Projector knows how to handle an invitation 😉).
I told her about my work here on Fully Expressed, and how I’m bringing this mantra into all parts of my life. I want to be witnessed and to witness women in the shameless animation of their brilliance and beauty, I want us to share our whole selves, online and most definitely offline.
I want my friends to feel themselves come alive when we’re together, like they don’t have to hide their magnificence. Even if I feel stuck in my life, I will celebrate their shine.
She lit up. Here was a Tantric embodiment teacher, thriving in her work for decades, telling me she craves to be seen for who she really is among her friends. “It’s like, some of my closest friends know me, but they don’t really know me. They’ve never got to know these parts of me that are brilliant and beautiful behind the scenes.”
After the party, I walked away feeling grateful to be crystal clear: this is not the story I want for my life.