Renaissance Women

My renaissance began inside the years when illness changed everything. The first signs appeared in 2015, and by 2017 my body called for full rest. In that quiet, I began to hear life speaking to me again. Healing made room for clarity. I returned to my happy place (the classroom), gathered new skills, and created a business from the ground up. It was a fresh beginning in every sense, and it also felt like a return to something I had carried for years without knowing it.

When I look back, I see how that season created the frame for this new chapter of my life. Nothing hurried. Nothing forced. The necessary pause created a clearing where I could hear the nudges from the universe with new attention. One of them was the name Space of Allowing itself.

Newfound knowing from inside that clearing guided each next step. My work began to invite women into conversations that felt radically honest and spacious. What grew inspired me…and it all arrived in the absence of striving. 

Nearly a decade has passed, and I feel the quiet strength of what has unfolded through my coaching practice. The bigger story lives in the women who found their breath again. The ones who wrote their way toward peace. The ones who discovered a steadier way to meet their lives. These moments are the heartbeats of my work. They remind me that growth often begins in places too tender to name.

As I reflect at this birthday time of year, I sense how renaissance lives inside ordinary days. It opens when something within us softens. It opens when we allow ourselves a little space. It opens when a small truth becomes clear enough to follow.

Renewal welcomes us whenever we are ready to begin again.

Renaissance women honor many beginnings. They choose presence. They notice what is ready to bloom. They trust the wisdom they carry and welcome the life that wants to open next. I see this in the women with whom I coach. I see it in myself. I trust it in all of us.

May this season invite your next beginning, whatever shape it takes.

With love and allowing,
Nancy