Candice is an aspiring author, a prolific poet, and a writer of inspirational articles.
Current projects include working towards publication of her poetry, as well as articles on coaching, dance-fitness education, and whatever else inspires her in the moment. You can currently explore her writing through the following resources online:
radically raw & real
It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.
E.E. Cummings
It has been nearly a year since I published an issue of theMessenger. Last spring, I decided to let go of the idea that it was something required of me, and I waited for an impulse to reach out. It is no exaggeration to say that I feel like a different person, writing to you now. The past year shifted me in irrevocable ways, and finding the words to articulate these shifts, still occurring within, will take time. The truth is, I haven't known exactly what to share in recent months. In the past, I would simply wait for experiences to ripen into insight, then find a way to place it in a larger context that others might be able to relate to. But the past year has offered me more questions than answers. As a life coach in today’s culture, I often felt an implied pressure to offer a formula that promises transformation. I would peruse the shelves of self-help sections and marvel at the titles... each one making a claim towards a different brand of salvation (happiness, abundance, loving connection). I did my best to fit the mold of the perfect coach; even offering workshops featuring principles deemed as 'universal.' Yet, over time, I felt a nagging frustration grow within. While I did my best to encourage self-reliance, I began hearing a new brand of self-deprecating statements from clients who felt shame and frustration at their seeming lack of 'success' with the so-called laws of growth and transformation...
cup left empty
sometimes saying no
is saying yes
and a little
is no longer enough
we sink and rise in
accordance with
our heart’s expectations
I am ready to
stop
holding back
the truth of my desires
my cup is neither half
empty
or half full
it is recently vacated
I have dumped out the
leftovers
too thick with past
sediment
time to start fresh
I will take time to scrub
away the old
leaving my heart squeaky
clean
polished
ready for something pure
to penetrate...
