Jenn Forgie Coaching

I’m days away from sharing my upcoming 8-week online journey for women called HOME. 🙏🏼

Ironically, or, I suppose synchronistically, I am packing up my belongings in the home I’m living in and about to cross the country to a new home.🦋

But it’s the Home ✨within✨that welcomes me more and more as I age.

It’s the Home ✨within✨ us that calls for our caretaking, our clearing, our renovating, our nurturing, our deepest welcome. 🌷

Home in our Body, our Mind, our Soul.

🌷What does it mean to each of us?
🌷To be at Home with our whole selves?

What does it mean to You? 🌷🏡

Comment HOME for a sneak peak and a special homecoming gift from me 💞

It’s hot here in Toronto (35 with humidity) and I find myself meandering through my neighborhood remembering how much my mom loved the heat too. 🌷

I see pigeons and sparrows pecking the ground for food and I find myself going into the nearby grocery store, buying a big bag of wild bird seed, walking back to the birds and spreading it across the grass. Remembering how much my mom loved to feed the birds too. 🕊️

I’m packing up my rental here and I find myself remembering what she said to me just a few months before she died, “You don’t need a big house like that. What about an apartment?” I find myself saying out loud, “I loved living in this house Mom, but yeah, you’re right. I don’t need all this space.” 🏡

I walk and wonder if I’m being called to move elsewhere because maybe my next pup is there waiting for me, or a partner to share my life with and I find myself remembering how just a few years ago mom said, “Honey you’ll find love again. Look me! I found Bob in my fifties! You will too.” I guess we’ll see huh mom?💞

I’m sitting at a cafe - the only one outside in this heat on this patio, sipping an iced americano, tears rolling down my face as I compose this. 🙏🏼

Grief is walking with me lately. I don’t push it away. I’m okay with its presence. It is part of Home within me. Love, loss, it all belongs.

🦋Who are you loving in your grief? What is one thing you recall sweetly about them?
Will you share in the comments? 👇🏼

A sunny Sunday over here in Toronto. I’m journaling about my relationship with alcohol and the illusion of pleasure that I’ve had around it.

I journal about what really does bring me pleasure in my life. It’s not alcohol. It never was.

Here’s a photo of the wall above me now as I journal. Sun beaming in and painting shadow drawings of my window bird decals, my Glowing Heart, my tiny plant.

Soft pleasure.

What brings you pleasure in your life?