{ sidenote: trigger warning- as my heart shares in the reflection of adjusting the lens to be here now }
the seed began inside a little girl, sourced by her European roots
What did it mean to be in service
to be an visionary
to create her own ideas
and to breathe life into these...?
after private school, she'd spend her afternoons listening to stories
from strangers all over the world, filled with hope, filled with adventures,
and filled with life beyond her little bubble of constructs.
each one would visit a Bed and Breakfast, in the middle of Bennington, Vermont
served by a French Canadian woman, that offered her heart on her sleeve
offering her love of hand kneaded breads, strawberry jam, and homemade whipped butter
aprons filled with flour, brown sugar, and zucchini picked for sweet breads
graciously sharing what did it mean to love on an endless loop
Yvonne Morin, and she LIVED life
in the dash. ( 22nd of August, 1934
- 10th of December, 2014 )
this little girl would patiently sit for years, as the seasons would arrive
with breakfast spreads, all carefully designed in the most beautiful charcuterie displays
your eyes would ever have the experience to witness from across the seas.
from there this little girl, at age 13, would move from one side of the world
clear across the country- without the way to connect, without this foundation,
without the afternoon croissants lathered with clover honey
the reality was, there was no face-time available
in the early 1990's.
so, into middle school she went
feeling like an outcast of society.
having an accent of the east coast
experiencing a public school system that didn't encourage creativity
while watering down a wild imagination
that wouldn't rest.
she graduated with Honors, all-around athlete in track, soccer right wing
and went onto college in the pursuit of Nursing
checking off the boxes and fitting what society wanted...
until stopped, transition #1: 12th of September, 2001
and this is where the Entrepreneur journey began...
what did it mean to create a life with empathy on the forefront...?
what did it mean for an adventure unknown and unseen...?
what did it mean to be in service...?
Opening a door to Sixteen years as an Equestrian therapist
along with providing guidance in mindset courage
of what would it take and what does it mean to each rider
to break out of cages behind the scenes
to achieve another milestone in being deeply connected
with HER horse underneath, to move in unison, to reach the next phase
beyond imagination and to release the yesterdays of feeling the disarray.
through this highly competitive industry
would open up the layers of boxes of closed up creativity
would unravel the pathway to offer insights to co-create
with owners, trainers, riders, and the Veterinarians
of what protocols to put into place...?
what concepts could be considered to the well-being of the athlete...?
to achieve another level in dressage, to adjust the pace in 3-day eventing,
working closely into the providences of Canada and throughout the US
and find a place to settle into, the racing industry by 2009
with more athletes in different phases, than the 24 hours a day could handle
- by 2012, becoming a nationwide distribution channel for a therapy system
that would expand services with multiple therapists across the states
reaching a six figure business in months.
traveling to expand reach in rehabilitation, on-going maintenance
and preventative care.
until, four years later, transition #2 arrived { trigger warning }
17th of July, 2016 - it was this moment of suicide
she decided to leave and it wasn't in 'OUR plan' so to speak.
i recall the day vividly...
crossing over a finish line of 205 miles- The STP
the Seattle, WA to Portland, OR, bike Ride
where my phone began sending notifications
approximately three miles from the "FINISH" in green lettering
Chili went down (not a message i wanted to read )
You were right ( the gut punch #1 )
and
can't find Monique ( what did i just see...? )
my mind began swirling
my legs were aching
and my heart started splintering
seven years together, so many days, too many dreams
and the walls began closing in, the light switch began dimming
and slowly began leaking out vital energy
to realize she succeed with this plan.
little did I realize how alone it would feel
to navigate waves, taking on a different route,
without any plan B
where would this lead...?
one that doesn't want the stage, one that felt invisible, one that felt uprooted,
and feeling so drastically misplaced of being seen, heard, or even simply witnessed for this
- a society that no one knows what to do with, truly, or so I believed.
being a woman in business, the Sport of Kings
an entrepreneur for 15+ years
and experiencing something i emotionally wasn't quite ready for...
... or to some degree, i was-
this opened up the door to 'how'
the how to cultivate, how to nurture, and how to lead
beginning what did it feel like to muster up energy
to place daily journaling in full display.
this birthed Alpha Warrior Women
8th of January, 2017
how to slow down the brain waves into an Alpha State of Being
to find the crack in landing a message that would resonate in being vulnerable
on a day to day basis.
how to awaken, the Warrior, the divine masculine to keep moving
when the future felt bleak, a fog in the tidal waves, and quicksand filling the lungs
how to allow myself to unravel, in being a Woman, being all of me...
to truly feel the full spectrum of feelings, the onyx shades, the greys, the purest of whites...
in hindsight looking back over 7+ years later
this place broke my spine wide open.
it was a place where it felt i hit another glass ceiling
one that we didn't even realize i had subscribed to,
along the way in this newfound landscape.
set by the social constructs, the religions straight lines,
the ones the inform you to sit down, to BEHAVE.
that word, to BEHAVE.
the unsaid spoken rules:
to place a smile on your face, to sit pretty, to cross your legs, to be a girl, they say...
who is they...?
the ONES that set the frameworks
that the vast majority have adopted.
that to be too much, to be too quiet, to fit some opinions that change in the blink of an eye.
the Shadows that lurk inside every single one of our minds, in mine, in yours, in the collective as a whole.
what would it mean to apply the courses, programs, the principles, and the dissertations
from two decades of studies, the regulations by the department of health, by the federal standards,
to do no HARM, to uphold an oath and to show up with the multiple dimensions of layers of me.
AND,
imagine if, none of us have to comply, obligate, or be nice.
imaging if, the route all along for 20 years was to lead in coming HOME.
to lead Women to BE Whole.
to embrace the Sigma, to Create the Société
that leads visionaries from behind the scenes
healing the Sisterhood Wound
healing the Inner Child Wound
healing the Witch Wound
providing frameworks, processes, strategies, and systems
from the seed being being planted into soil
to be cracked open and to grow into a weeping willow
to sway in the wind of a French European Woman...
sourced by the woman who planted the seed three decades ago, wearing her heart on her sleeve
which now interweaves as the crone of each woman we lead.
We, as individuals, and as a collective Société, exist to serve Women in over 72+ countries
turning HER ideas, HER expertise, into an automated and thriving business
supporting the LIFESTYLE she desires.
Welcome Home.
- Lisa Anne
~ Founder of Alpha Warrior Women
~ Visionary of the Sigma Société
{ sidenote: trigger warning- as my heart shares in the reflection of adjusting the lens to be here now }
the seed began inside a little girl, sourced by her European roots
What did it mean to be in service
to be an visionary
to create her own ideas
and to breathe life into these...?
after private school, she'd spend her afternoons listening to stories
from strangers all over the world, filled with hope, filled with adventures, and filled with life beyond her little bubble of constructs.
each one would visit a Bed and Breakfast, in the middle of Bennington, Vermont, served by a French Canadian woman, that offered her heart on her sleeve offering her love of hand kneaded breads, strawberry jam, and homemade whipped butter
aprons filled with flour, brown sugar, and zucchini picked for sweet breads, graciously sharing what did it mean to love on an endless loop
Yvonne Morin, and she LIVED life
in the dash. ( 22nd of August, 1934
- 10th of December, 2014 )
this little girl would patiently sit for years, as the seasons would arrive
with breakfast spreads, all carefully designed in the most beautiful charcuterie displays your eyes would ever have the experience to witness from across the seas.
from there this little girl, at age 13, would move from one side of the world clear across the country- without the way to connect, without this foundation, without the afternoon croissants lathered with clover honey
the reality was, there was no face-time available in the early 1990's.
so, into middle school she went
feeling like an outcast of society.
having an accent of the east coast
experiencing a public school system that didn't encourage creativity
while watering down
a wild imagination
that wouldn't rest.
she graduated with Honors, all-around athlete in track, soccer right wing and went onto college in the pursuit of Nursing checking off the boxes and fitting what society wanted...
until stopped, transition #1:
12th of September, 2001
and this is where the Entrepreneur journey began...
what did it mean to create a life with empathy on the forefront...?
what did it mean for an adventure unknown and unseen...?
what did it mean to be in service...?
Opening a door to Sixteen years as an Equestrian therapist along with providing guidance in mindset courage of what would it take
and what does it mean to each rider
to break out of cages behind the scenes
to achieve another milestone in being deeply connected with HER horse underneath, to move
in unison, to reach the next phase
beyond imagination and to release the yesterdays of feeling the disarray.
through this highly competitive industry would open up the layers of boxes of closed up creativity
would unravel the pathway to offer insights to co-create with owners, trainers, riders, and the Veterinarians of what protocols to put into place...?
what concepts could be considered to the well-being of the athlete...?
to achieve another level in dressage, to adjust the pace in 3-day eventing,
working closely into the providences of Canada and throughout the United States
and find a place to settle into, the racing industry by 2009 with more athletes in different phases, than the 24 hours a day could handle
- by 2012, becoming a nationwide distribution channel for a therapy system that would expand services with multiple therapists across the states reaching a six figure business in months.
traveling to expand growth in rehabilitation of horses, on-going maintenance, and preventative care.
until, four years later, transition #2 arrived { trigger warning }
17th of July, 2016 -
it was this moment of suicide
she decided to leave and it wasn't in 'OUR plan' so to speak.
i recall the day vividly...
crossing over a finish line
of 205 miles- The STP
the Seattle, WA
to Portland, OR, bike Ride
where my phone began sending notifications approximately three miles from the "FINISH" in green lettering
Chili went down
(not a message i wanted to read )
You were right
( the gut punch #1 )
and
can't find Monique
( what did i just see...? )
my mind began swirling
my legs were aching
and my heart started splintering
seven years together, so many days, too many dreams and the walls began closing in, the light switch began dimming
and slowly began leaking out vital energy to realize she succeed with this plan.
little did I realize how alone it would feel to navigate waves, taking on a different route, without any plan B
where would this lead...?
one that doesn't want the stage, one that felt invisible, one that felt uprooted, and feeling so drastically misplaced of being seen, heard, or even simply witnessed for this
- a society that no one knows what to do with, truly, or so I believed.
being a woman in business, the Sport of Kings
an entrepreneur for 15+ years
and experiencing something
i emotionally wasn't quite ready for...
... or to some degree, i was-
this opened up the door to 'how'
the how to cultivate
how to nurture
and how to lead
beginning what did it feel like to muster up energy to place daily journaling in full display.
this birthed Alpha Warrior Women
8th of January, 2017
how to slow down the brain waves into an Alpha State of Being
to find the crack in landing a message that would resonate in being vulnerable on a day-to-day basis.
how to awaken, the Warrior, the divine masculine to keep moving
when the future felt bleak, a fog in the tidal waves, and quicksand filling the lungs
how to allow myself to unravel, in being a Woman, being all of me...
to truly feel the full spectrum of feelings, the onyx shades, the greys, the purest of whites...
in hindsight looking back over 7+ years later this place broke my spine wide open.
it was a place where it felt i hit another glass ceiling one that we didn't even realize i had subscribed to, along the way in this newfound landscape.
set by the social constructs, the religions straight lines, the ones the inform you to sit down,
to BEHAVE.
that word, to BEHAVE.
the unsaid spoken rules:
to place a smile on your face, to sit pretty, to cross your legs, to be a girl, they say...
who is they...?
the ONES that set the frameworks
that the vast majority have adopted.
that to be too much, to be too quiet, to fit some opinions that change in the blink of an eye.
the Shadows that lurk inside every single one of our minds, in mine, in yours, in the collective as a whole.
what would it mean to apply the courses, programs, the principles, and the dissertations from two decades of studies, the regulations by the department of health, by the federal standards, to do no HARM, to uphold an oath and to show up with the multiple dimensions of layers of me.
AND,
imagine if, none of us have to comply, obligate, or be nice.
imaging if, the route all along for 20 years was to lead in coming HOME.
to lead Women to BE Whole.
to embrace the Sigma, to Create the Société that leads visionaries from behind the scenes
healing the Sisterhood Wound
healing the Inner Child Wound
healing the Witch Wound
providing:
frameworks
processes
strategies
systems
from the seed being being planted into soil to be cracked open and to grow into a weeping willow
to sway in the wind of a French European Woman...
sourced by the woman who planted the seed three decades ago, wearing her heart on her sleeve
which now interweaves as the crone of each woman we lead.
We, as individuals, and as a collective Société, exist to serve Women in over 72+ countries
turning HER ideas, HER expertise, into an automated and thriving business supporting the LIFESTYLE she desires.
Welcome Home.
- Lisa Anne
~ Founder of Alpha Warrior Women
~ Visionary of the Sigma Société
