There is a favorite family story about 3-year-old Tracy.

My dad came to pick me up at my grandparents and I was in the barn lot with my Grandpa Miller. Dad asked me why I was crying and I said that Grandpa spanked me. Dad chuckled and said that if that was indeed the case that I most certainly deserved it and what in the world did I do?!

Turns out I tried to climb the grain bin. For you non-farmer types, that’s about 30 feet tall! They have very small metal ladders on the outside that go straight up- 90 degree angle. That climb is unnerving to most people. My palms are sweating as I type!

I was THREE YEARS OLD! I tried it once and Grandpa got me down. I did it again and he threatened to spank me if I tried a third time. I didn’t care. I was not giving up. I made a third attempt.

I was a DETERMINED 3 year old! And I’m a determined 53 year old.

I don’t care who is going to spank me. I’m fucking climbing that ladder, although it makes my hands sweat and my heart beat fast. If I get pulled back down, I’m trying again. And again. As many times as it takes.

I want to see the view from the top.

If you have a grain bin that you’d like to climb, let’s work on it together.

We’ll meet 1:1 for 3 months and transform things. We’ll do pranic healing energy work and pull in other tools from my tool box.

You'll clear blocks, gain clarity, feel connected, develop confidence in yourself and your knowings.

And I’ll distract Grandpa while you skitter on up there to the top! Head on over here for deets.

photo by my hubs.