Hailey McNeal

I do not want my coaching (and this space) to be just another source of information and noise.

New information is great, and it often satisfies some itch we have for movement or change, but more information is 👏🏼 not 👏🏼 what 👏🏼 we 👏🏼 need 👏🏼

We are surrounded in wisdom. Literally swimming in it.
But what stops us from integrating it? What stops us from becoming/healing/unfolding/moving in the way we want to?

This is what I’m here for.
Not more information, sparkling new wisdom, perspectives, hot content…. I’m here to SEE you. To WALK WITH you, to gently EXAMINE the shadows with you, to hold you as your soul’s medicine does it’s work.

(^see what I said there? YOUR SOUL’S MEDICINE. It’s within you. I’m not dishing out your healing elixir. I’m holding you on the sometimes perilous journey to finding it within your own self)

So if you’re ready for your medicine, your next steps, your unfolding, and you have been looking for a hand to help you, I’m here. Message me.

(P.s. pictured here is me with a delicious gluten free corn dog. Just being fully happy hahaha)

The liminal space between dimensions and timelines.

Do you know this feeling? “Blah” for no logical reason. Feeling utterly lost. All precious directions and plans suddenly losing this luster. Wondering who you are, where you are, what is any of this? Feeling yourself grasping for meaning and understanding. Tired.

I’ve studied this space, I’m well acquainted with its magic and medicine. I know it’s a portal. And yet, I still feel how deeply unsettling it is, to be in the void.

But…
This is where we come from.
This is the stuff of creation.
This is, truly, the portal, through which we find our next steps.

And the calling is simple:

Surrender.

Surrender into the nothingness. The absence of knowing. The loss of control. And allow this unseen current to make adjustments to your trajectory, and show you truths you can only see in this darkness. Allow yourself to crumble and be remade.

I’m here too. I’ve been here before. I promise you’ll make it through. You might even learn to love it here.

(Shoutout to for speaking this language openly, which opened me to familiarity and comfort within it.
And for the term Fruitful Darkness ✨)

I’ve been calibrating to my own rhythm. What does it mean to be fully human, while also having a business based in social media? How do I make space for life outside of these digital systems and also have a meaningful presence here? And can I take breaks, and still have a trustworthy and dependable voice on this platform?

My current approach is this:
Take breaks from the screens. The constant input of opinions and ideas, no matter how beautiful. Connect to the rhythm of your body and of nature. Your own innate genius. Be fully human. Then share here, from that space.

I took my lovies camping this week, and it was perfect. We can’t wait to go back and stay longer.

The menstrual cycle affects every aspect of our lives. Our work. Our relationships. Our mothering. Our thoughts and feelings. And yet, somehow, the inner seasons of the menstrual cycle are still not common knowledge. Somehow, discussing them is still considered taboo. But this is changing. When we understand our cycles, we can work in harmony with them to have greater connection to ourselves and our world. We can use our cycle to have more productivity and creativity, more healing.

The rhythm of your menstrual cycle reconnects you to the rhythm of your aliveness.
Your cycle invites you to feel fully, to heal, to let joy flow through you, to let anger be felt.
I want to teach these secrets to you.
I want to see you thriving. Empowered. Embodied.
I want to see you drawn back into your natural state.

**Join me for 90 minutes on July 15th for my first ever Seasons of the Menstrual Cycle Workshop!** We’ll cover the 4 phases of the menstrual cycle and how to tap into the super powers of each season. Sign up at the link in my bio! I’m doing an early bird special for the next 4 days and then the price will increase to $120. A recording of the workshop will also be included.

Cannot wait to connect with you ❤️

https://hailey-mcneal.square.site

Hot take: life should feel or****ic. 💦
Are you open to it?

I woke up feeling the edges of my Inner Autumn today.
It’s cycle day 23 for me this time. The last quarter of the menstrual cycle before it begins again with Inner Winter. Bleeding.
I feel my energy drawing forcefully inward. Today, my head-space post planning wouldn’t cut it. No, the call (demand) was that I move my body. Listen to my soul. Flow from there only. Here is where the truest expression happens for me. Here is where I move 12 layers deeper, into the wild me. The animal nature that can’t help but move instinctually. The river energy that can’t help but flow, and couldn’t be forced in any other way.

Inner Autumn has been defined as bitchy or moody. We’ve dismissed our deep intense feelings as just being hormonal. But I believe it’s actually sacred. It’s our oracle space. It’s our truest truth. It’s here to bring us into alignment, and to bring the World along with us.

I’m doing a workshop covering the seasons of the menstrual cycle in July, and it will be open for registration very soon, so keep an eye out for that ❤️❤️

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Working with me is like… having support as you deep dive into your own medicine. Your body, your Spirit… it knows its way to healing and freedom. It will guide you through every resistance and wound. It will serve up desires pointing you in the direction of your evolution. And I’m just teaching you how to listen to it… How to tune yourself to its voice, how to trust Yourself in the process. I’m here holding and supporting you, walking through the depths with you, to find the remembrance of who you are. What you want. Where you’re going.

I currently have 5 spaces open for my one-on-one 6-week coaching program. I also offer single sessions for some quick connection and clarity. Message me for info, loves. 💕

It’s come up in relationship for me, in ways it never did when I was single. How I seek my deep sense of safety through my connection to other people… it’s incredibly uncomfortable, even writing this. Maybe the *most* challenging aspect of myself I’ve encountered. And yet I’m compelled to so much tenderness here, toward this soft and afraid aspect of myself that just wants to be held and seen and never abandoned. My god, she’s loud. And I’m so glad. I’m so glad for the way she is calling me back to my experience again and again and again. For the ways she is showing me every area of my psyche that I’ve been so afraid of sitting with, in stillness. This child-self, crying out through my adult mouth, asking to finally be safe in this body.

Because there’s a truth I’ve discovered, which is that if I am not loving myself and feeling safe within my own being, I won’t be able to truly perceive love externally, in relationship with others. I will only see through my lens of wanting, needing, grasping. I’ve felt this for so long, and I’m choosing a new narrative now.

Every love song plays this pattern. “Love me again” “Tell me you want me” “make me feel better” “Save me” But what if a partner was never meant to be the answer for that deep longing. Instead, it’s us. It’s the way we see and know and love ourselves. In the depth of our divinity and our flesh, our wanting and our wisdom, our blood and moodiness and stretching and magic. We are the All, the Source, the beauty we seek to know and merge with. It’s all here, if we can stop moving and just see it.

Sometimes joy & ease can feel just as uncomfortable as struggling.

Sometimes we have to actively choose to allow ourselves to feel lightness, just like we have to allow ourselves to feel darkness at times.

I’m opening into more joy and excitement today. To a new chapter, after quite a bit of challenge for a good while now.

Open with me… What wants to be felt?

You don’t have to make sense.
You don’t have to make sense.
You don’t have to make sense.

Your body is wise. Let it feel what it feels without trying to fit it into whatever system of rationality you’ve been existing within. Without judgements.

Let your heart beat in it’s tender wildness. Let the essence of your being expand and flow, and take up space. Imagine your energy body bigger, not constrained to fit within logical understanding or social acceptability.

All of existence is more than we can understand. Let it be.

You cannot separate life from death. (Thank you for this word today )

Being fully alive demands an acceptance of death.

It’s been swirling in my consciousness here lately and what better time to discuss this here, than on this Scorpio full moon? Life and death are two sides of the same coin. Just like day and night, light and dark, conscious and subconscious. We attach so much fear and judgement to the idea of death (for example: death is evil, it’s the result of “sin”, death happens because of “the fall”). But I believe death is actually part of the magic of living.

We see this so potently in nature. Soil itself is life recycled. Death and decay adding nutrients, holding and forming new life in a never-ending cycle. Our bodies are made up of food that was once living, and before that came from soil, decay, and before that, life in another form.

I found these robin eggs scattered among my yard. Most likely their nest was hijacked by a cowbird. I grieved for them. Wanted to find the nest and save them. Contemplated somehow raising them. But in the end I realized they had already been in the cold too long. I had to release them. I grieved for them. For the idea of eggs that will never hatch. My love pointed out their pretty color and reminded me of the absolute beauty of their existence just as they are. Even if they never become birds. How beautiful, the weight and shape and color of them.

So I laid them on some lambs ear, with some St. John’s Wort and Phlox flowers and let life and death coexist in this wild, stunning spectrum of an existence we get to behold.