One Wild Life Coaching

We welcome you to the dancefloor! Move is an expressive dance gathering at the Lander Yoga Collective. We’re devoted to returning to the body, the breath and the collective rhythm that moves us forward together. 

This dance is an invitation to reconnect with the fullest movement of your body, shake off stagnation and find aliveness in community. This is a sober event.
Opening circle from 6 - 6:15 
Then the music starts and we MOVE 💛
more info Liz@onewildlifecoaching

So thrilled to be offering this amazing expedition into Yellowstone again. Early registration pricing until May 31. Register at https://www.onewildlifecoaching.com/expeditions

I'm still reveling in a week of profound transformation and the 10 courageous humans who said yes to this grand adventure.

Is your soul calling you into the wilderness? Our next expedition is in May in the canyons of Utah.

Dear Beloved Back Pain. This isn’t a before/after story. There is no neat recovery. I’m going for a little less transcendence, a little more open to the muck, the mess, the moment to moment living. Releasing the feelings of failing to keep up/stay functional/be productive. Opening to the idea that there are more ways to relate to our bodies than our death fearing, ableist, age fearing culture tells us.
My heart goes out to you if you are making it through this day in pain.
With love from my pain filled body to yours.
New post up on the blog. Please go check it out. Link in the bio 🧡

There can be so much fear that comes up when we begin to ask ourselves what are we meant to do here on this earth. And so much inherited noise. Are you waiting for permission, from yourself? From your ancestors? From your loved ones? It can be helpful to check where the noise is coming from so we can start to get curious. 🤍 liz

Friends! and I are thrilled to offer the One Wild Life Expedition in Yellowstone - a mix of individual coaching and deep experiential learning. Backpack for 7 days into the heart of Yellowstone National Park and find your deepest, most soul-aligned purpose. The Yellowstone Journey is for anyone who’s feeling in-between in life or work. 

September 13-20
Powerful Coaching 
A life changing expedition
A community of people dedicated to your evolution

Ready to get clear in your life? Apply or book a call. Link in the bio. 
Early registration price till May 1

Friends! and I are thrilled to offer the One Wild Life Expedition in Yellowstone - a mix of individual coaching and deep experiential learning. Backpack for 7 days into the heart of Yellowstone National Park and find your deepest, most soul-aligned purpose. The Yellowstone Journey is for anyone who’s feeling in-between in life or work.

September 13-20
Powerful Coaching
A life changing expedition
A community of people dedicated to your evolution

Ready to get clear in your life? Apply or book a call. Onewildlifecoaching.com/expeditions
Early registration price till May 1

Happy Solstice Dear Loves 💙

I usually greet the solstice with a ton of intention. I love going into the darker edges of myself, excavating what’s composting under cover of the longest night of the year.

And today feels different.

Probably cause I am in Baja looking at palm trees. The relentless Norte wind has me restless. I feel lost and heartbroken around my kids. I left so suddenly and was gone so long when mom died. They don’t want me to put them to bed anymore, and it hurts.

I’m trying to greet myself with tenderness today. It’s all any of us can do, Solstice or any other day. If this is a time you celebrate holidays, that can mean so many things- too muchness, or painful not enough ness. Again, I wish all of us the capacity to meet whatever is in our hearts with kindness and tenderness.

On the theme of holidays, I hope you don’t feel like you need to be flustered about getting a bunch of stuff for people this time of year. I hope you can give whatever feels truly good in your heart to give, at whatever time of year.

And, if you’re feeling inspired to give something meaningful to yourself, or someone you love, I have a few 3 Session coaching spots open for January and February. What a gift to offer someone a coaching call as a pathway towards opening up to a wider perspective or living into a deep longing. Message me to make that happen.

Happy Solstice dear loves. Maybe we can all pause for a moment and feel the stillness of the earth.

With love,

Liz

This photo is kind of the groundless ness I feel under my feet after the intense focus and “stuff to do” is done post mom’s death.
I’m hungry for space to lean in close to the vulnerability and exquisite sharpness of death. Mine. Yours. Ours. (Our planet’s?) Be in the bigness of it all, and how amazing and hard and messy it is to be a human destined for death.
And it feels somehow disingenuous to put words around it all. Like what do I know about death anyhow? Sure, I’ve been thinking about it obsessively for the last 2 months, but thinking about death is a lot different from doing it. I stayed up till 3 am the other night writing a frenzied blog post about death. And though the words feel inadequate, I realize I have a lot of opinions. In my (white, settler) death phobic culture we have sh*tty rituals. I want more and better ones. I want better relationships with my ancestors - frankly, I could use the help. I want community and culture around befriending death. The blog post speaks to this longing. Head over and give a read if you are interested. I’m eager for company in this conversation. I want us to do this death stuff together.

https://www.onewildlifecoaching.com/blog-/befriending-death

With love
Liz

Spending the day packing up my mom’s apartment. Seems appropriate when folks in the US wish each other Happy Thanksgiving, that I am sitting here staring at the faces of my ancestors. Here are my troubled ancestral stories and how we accumulated wealth on stolen land and labour. Today and all days I want to be talking about how we, white settlers, will move differently. How do we repatriate, make amends, support sovereignty and land back? Today I’m stacking boxes of this complex legacy in a storage locker. There is, and will always be a lot to unpack.

Here I am on the other side. My mom died on Saturday. So much unraveling inside me. I’ve been losing her in layers for weeks now, but being on the other side feels acute.

I’m amazed by how similar death is to birth. So painfully, exquisitely unique and yet universal to every human on this planet.

Her body, tiny and translucent, like the little blue alien I caught in my arms when Jen birthed Koa. How swift the moment of actual transition, and how long and wrenching the lead up. And the aftermath, irrevocably changing.

Let the grief journey begin.

Travel well my little mom. Thank you for teaching me to love well, be awestruck by beauty and always be on the lookout for adventures. You touched the world with light and laughter.

Give a warm smile to a stranger as an offering for her transition.

Mary Elizabeth “Monkey doodle” Saxton Hardwick
May 21, 1945 - November 12, 2022