🔥 Where the bus is parked now.
Sadie Speaks is my personal writing — short, honest essays from the deep middle of things. They started as emails to my list, but they’ve become something more: snapshots of truth, power, and self-return, written in real time.
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We pulled out at 5am, the bus packed to her gills and the kids too excited to sleep. Amish milk from the store down the street on the dash – Alex’s preference over coffee. (P)Earl barreling down 95 with the windows open, because the A/C only works when we’re parked…just wind and wild intention.
If you’ve been to a Wild Woman event, you’ve met Pearl. She’s our bus – but also a symbol. Of freedom, faith. Of building something real, even when it’s inconvenient. She’s been with us through a hundred versions of ourselves, and she holds more than gear and groceries.
She holds story.
Last week, Pearl took us to Myrtle Beach.
It took a couple of days for my nervous system to catch up to the fact that I was on vacation. To unclench, to stop bracing, stop solving. I’d been pushing my way through a messy spring – stretching my business in new directions, Alex going back to the office, the kids pouring out of school with their limbs akimbo and their never-ending list of needs. But somewhere around Tuesday, my breath got deeper. My mind got quieter. And I remembered what it feels like to be a person instead of a system.
When that happened, something shifted.
A new fiction piece I’d been circling for months poured out of me. I wrote 8,000 words in three days. And with that came a sudden, solid sense of direction. A next evolution. A quiet yes I didn’t have words for until then.
Mandala has always been a creative pursuit. It evolves as I do. And I’m still here – still recording podcast episodes, still planning Wild Woman Gatherings, still offering perinatal support and Reiki – but my voice might not show up in your inbox as often, or as intensely. At least for this season.
I want to keep writing fiction. It’s not exactly Mandala, not yet – but it’s where my voice is leading me next. So I’m following it.
And I want to keep building something Alex and I have been quietly tending behind the scenes: a real estate development business that feels like both grit and grace. I’ve missed being in spaces that challenge me, systems that need decoding, environments that aren’t built to coddle. And I’ve found myself drawn, again and again, to spaces that need reclaiming. Buildings, yes – but also some buried parts of myself I forgot I could come home to.
So I’m not disappearing. I’m shifting where I speak from.
I’ve been in a long season of creation – birthing new offers, integrating winter lessons, building containers to hold others. But now I’m heading into a cycle of learning again. Listening. Practicing. Building capacity for the next iteration of who I’m becoming.
Pearl’s still parked outside. I’m just charting a new map.
Stay tuned. Buckle up. It’s only getting hotter from here. 🔥
With all my wild heart,
Sadie xo
P.S. If something I said resonated — and you’re craving a space to unpack your own story — you can book a session with me here. I’d be honored to hold that space with you.
