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Come “Fall Away” with me in Muskoka!

 Fall is my favourite time of year – the fresh scent in the air, and the “out with the old, in with the new” attitude. Perhaps it is from schooldays and the smell of fresh paper and my beloved pens that keeps me grounded and focused on what is possible.  And this fall is bound to be even more special!

Come “Fall Away” with me, Krista Moore (Founder and CEO, Evolutionary Woman), and Deb Niven and Allison Frame of The Divine Destination Collection for a luxurious 3-night getaway in Muskoka. 

We will be embarking on October 18 – October 21/13 at the JW Marriott The Rosseau Muskoka Resport & Spa for a cornucopia of new experiences, spiritual transformation, and gastronomical delights (including fine wine and local beer!)

On Friday and Saturday morning, I will be offering a unique, transformative workshop, inviting you to “Fall Away” with the transition of the seasons, and discover “What’s  New about You”.  Immerse yourself in the local bounty, sample new delights, surprise yourself  by really “Showing Up”to the party that is Life! Get ready to unlock your wild imagination and create a new vision of what is possible.  (Yes, it is possible that Fall could be the beginning of your full flourishing and happiness!)  From  hum-drum “hi-hoe” to a wide open vista of passion and possibilities!

I will be treating you to some guided meditation/visualization exercises to really help you let go and fire up your imagination; and some sacred circle work to fully empower, enlighten and re-energize you on your new journey as a fully awakened, “alivened” You!  Nor will you be doing this alone,  but in the company of fantastic people and new friends on your Muskoka adventure!

To find out more, check out my Muskoka Retreat page, or for the full itinerary and Registration, visit The Divine Destination Collection. 

Hope to See You There!







Krista Moore
Founder & CEO, Evolutionary Woman



Miracle 27: “Harmony Song”

 Imagine a man and woman sitting on a beach, sharing their stories. They hardly know each other, they are just friends, new to each other, yet holding ancient keys. In between them rests Epiphany.  Two years later there is emptiness, an empty chair, as they carry on with their lives.  Their stories seem to cease.  Are kept in silent symmetry.  Time passes, and they go on producing, creating, living. They go on in faith, forgiving.  Tears come and cease.  Learning never seems to end. Is there a final word for this? A story that can be told out in the open? Maybe someday.

The silent heart of a woman rarely speaks, but when it does, it is a torrent, a tornado, a tsunami of consciousness. Creative, Loving, Whole. And when she lets go, it is as if the wave that once held her catches her and drags her along. Buried by her own quest. Afraid of the long-forgotten current or song.  Oh song! Don’t break me, carry me out, release me and carry me along.  I will not crumble, I will not quake. I can take the great tornado of my own Song. For I do not, will not sing alone!

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What causes this great change?  This great awakening?  Yes, it seems we must push ourselves, or be pushed to the brink, before we listen, we hear. I have no idea what combination of grace this rests on (miracles, magic, hard work, fate?), but in my experience it is always mixed with a bit of joy, and many tears.

Why do we cry? One woman asked me in our women’s circle. She almost felt left out, like she wasn’t working hard enough. But what makes me cry is deliverance, from the very “working hard enough”, trying too hard to hold it all together, keep everything sane and clear, to complete abandonment – of an old way, an old scheme, an old love, an old dream. It is earth shattering at times, and sublime. I don’t know what makes this happen, but I see it all the time. Its potential is in us all, and we are in it or ready for it, or not at all. No one can make us go there. We are strong enough if we are here, or we wouldn’t be here.

I am comforted by all your stories, and the pattern I see. Highly successful women and men reaching epiphany. It is time. What can we give?  What can I do? Everything, and nothing. It will happen anyway. It is inevitable. Painful at times. Like a river running through me, jammed up by rocks, then bursting through. Oh! To be released from the earthly pleasures and pains! To be united again, and not suffer so. What is this pain? What is this suffering? Forgetfulness, and then unity. We will be there again, we will find our way back home. In each other, in a prayer, in hope, in letting go.

It seems today you wrote me. I feel it all. And yet, glory is still possible – true glory, and true pleasure – reaching for the greatest gift of all. The Miracle of You – the partner, the friend, the lover, the fighter, nature, dog, child, lover. It doesn’t matter who. They all seap through. It is YOU! We are craving for, inviting in. Whoever you are. Love us, guide us, (torture us!), heal our wounds. Never again will we be alone. We invite you in to a Harmony Song. Never again uninvited. United. Befriended. Friend to All.  Amen.

Thank you all.

Let Your Radiance Shine!

Tash Jefferies, “Green Minutes”


This week  I spent a couple hours with the lovely Tash Jefferies, author of The Little Book of Green Minutes, a dynamic speaker and woman with big hair and a big smile. We met in a little coffee shop on the Danforth, a basket of coral impatiens hanging outside the door. I came floating in around 3 wearing a bright coral top and scarf (and accidentally matching handbag). Tash instantly beamed, stood up and embraced me.



Women seem to recognize each other’s radiance.  After Tasha and I shared “what we do”, there was an instant recognition of each other’s passion and brilliance, and our mission in the world. We shared our visions and dreams, but more importantly, we shared the wisdom of right now.  And this is something I am witnessing more and more in the Evolutionary Women’s groups:  women can witness for each other, we can stand in each other’s presence and ask to be seen.  It can be a very vulnerable time, but is worth the moment of risk.  I call this “mirroring”, but it is more than that. It isn’t just about mirroring each other’s feelings and thoughts, or what someone said. It isn’t just “validating”.  It is an energetic exchange of light, a delicious feast pouring into you – if done right!

Be a Witness 

Here is what I witnessed:  “Tash, you are a beautiful human being. You radiate sunshine. Your smile, your big hair! Your soul just radiates JOY.  I love who you are.  You give so much love to the world, it is obvious.  And that love will always come back to you.”

This was after Tash had complimented me and I totally missed it, ironically.  I said, “Who me?” completing the joke.  She gave me another chance, I received her kind words, and the circle was complete.  With tears in our eyes and our hearts full, we said goodbye.

This is what is possible when women allow themselves to witness each other’s radiance.  Maybe it’s not always possible, but when you see it, as my friend Tash does on a regularly basis (and stops people in the street to tell them!), miracles happen.  I hope you venture off-course of usual conversation and witness for each other.

The brilliance, radiance and love that result is eminent.


P.S.  Mark Your Calendars:   – Radiant Talk with Tash Jefferies  – JULY 10/12 at 6pm

Tash also invited me to speak on her BlogTalk radio show on July 10/12 at 6:00pm, about my personal journey of self-discovery, spiritual connection and purpose, and how I help others seeking their path to greater meaning, connection and joy.

You can join us that day by calling (347) 215-9711 or TUNE IN LIVE – JULY 10 at 6pm.

Thanks for listening, and Let your Radiance shine!


What woman do you love? Can you share her brilliance? Please feel free to write about her in the space below and spread the love…


Spewing Beauty

Today I found myself on a writing call with the lovely Julie Jordan Scott and 5 other creative women, who opened up my heart and mind to who I was, again.

You have to go back to when you were 7.  Or 2 or 3.  What I called “Raw Krista” – before “Conditioned Krista” came to be, followed by “Disillusioned Krista” and finally “Blossoming Krista” where I am today.  Each of us has our story, our undulating package of surprise. Of what our life could be, but what we have lived is more telling than we believed.  We looked for patterns.

Mine was Honesty. 

It came with a lock and key – a little blue diary.

I have guarded its secrets all my life, shared with only a select few. And perhaps that is the way it should be.

But. But. But!


What a beauty it is to be in the midst of 5 unrecognizable spirits, silent voices without bodies or even half-fragmented names in the dark. Does it matter who we are?  Exposed in undulating freedom.  Cracks through the roof let the rain come through.  Yes, unshielded, unguarded, quaking in our boots…

AWWWWE  the sound. Of truth whispering lips. The mystic in us does this. It knows what to do, even if we fear the adult coming through.  Wouldn’t it be fun to travel? To squish our toes in the dew? To know nothing else matters.   To let this beauty spill through?!

AHHHH  the delight, to hear the vestiges of truth praying. Mmmm…… roasting marshmallows of spiritual delight. Food. Traveller’s weary-bones waking in new shoes.

What a delight to live each day as an unguarded masterpiece, Spewing Beauty with all of You.


P.S. What beauty would you like to spill right now? Feel free!  Let it spill down below for all  to see.

P.P.S. Thank you to Julie Jordan Scott’s Writer’s Camp for the open space which inspired today’s feast. 🙂

In the Midst of Everything…


In the midst of everything… The sound of the sirens and the dog howling, and my reassurances to him that all is well….

And my daughter getting tucked into bed, nourishing a broken heart over girls who no longer want to be friends – her daddy reading her a bedtime favourite called, “Mr. Mischief” (from the Mr. Men series)…..

In the midst of the traffic light which turned as we rolled out of the pub after chicken wings and beer, a shady  hide-away from the light of day, and the music playing renewing my husband’s spirit…

In the midst of my grown teenage boy growing up even more, past me now, talking to his girlfriend on the phone…

And my own day of loneliness, touch, wonder, chaos and curiosity, what’s next, what can I grow…

I smell the lilacs in bloom, more sweet than ever, more luscious still than any springtime weather, and my hydrangeas hanging their heads with the promise there is more to bloom…

I hear the vacant stars and the moonlit sky calling to us to return to the evening calm as mosquitoes die and leave us alone…

In wonder, I return, again and again, to the seaside smell of wonder, the promise of never-after, but forever becoming, now still humming, wondering, promising, who, what, how and when…

Thank God for this constellation of stars, for this still-light moon, for this dancing array of the bottomless possibility we may find our way, of the heavenly knowing that no dew remains long as the sun returns…

I light my hands, every morning, skyward. I rise above the hasty habit of introspection and dry thought, I remember the chance to begin again, to stir, to ask the question, to reap the reward, to dance the floor boards

Oh my soul promises yet again, and never ever ends. Oh the promise is that I rise again, and again, and again. Never dying, always rising, crying, the surrender to what is.




P.S. This is all about Letting Go…  How do you surrender?  How do you deal with the chaos of life?  I found my sweet spot in this spiritual surrender. How do you find yours?

Recognizing the Wonder…

Sometimes I don’t recognize the wonder of what I am doing.  As I am doing it, I am so absorbed in preparing for it, thinking about it, wondering about it – that rarely do I “get” the WONDER of it while it is happening. It is as if I am immune to my own greatness.  I don’t get it until someone reminds me, sees, recognizes, thanks me.

Isn’t that silly?

    In my women’s circles I witness time and time again women who are filled with great ideas, gifts and achievements, and inherent talents and abilities, who do not “see” with their own eyes, or “hear” with their own ears, just how amazing they are. 

What does it take for us to get it?

I have been working really hard to realize this for myself first. Even as I am going about my business, I stop and say:  “Krista, do you realize what you are doing? Do you know how amazing you are?”  I know that may sound a bit funny, or arrogant, to say this to myself, but I tell you it isn’t even close to the truth of the matter. We are more amazing than our tiny brains can conceive, than we will ever admit out loud or to ourselves.

And yet, I have great hope that things are changing…  We are changing.

Tonight I watched as women mirrored back each other’s greatness, re-affirmed each other’s gifts, recognized themselves in each other’s dreams, and validated each other’s greatest visions – as not only valid but “done” (meaning, ‘it’s in the bag’). Isn’t that amazing??

 Recognizing the Wonder…

This week as things unravel, and become more, as my life twists and turns, as I go farther away from shore – I look back for a moment – I breathe and relax – knowing this is sacred space I’m encountering.  This is valid and true. I made this. And yet – something greater, too.  I can’t take credit for everything – but I can recognize my part. I can recognize the wonder of  it all.  That I dreamt it up or was inspired to take action, and that someone listened and wanted to participate with me, to prosper, to create – and that now we are doing what was once only promised or possible. Now, reality.

That is how great life can be. What a wonder. What a joy!

Now, that I might recognize this wonder more often. Step back – and step into – the greatness that I Am.

And You!






P.S. What do you recognize that’s great about yourself? What have you stepped into or become that you have not yet seen with loving eyes?  Do you have a champion to help mirror that greatness in you? If you do not, I would encourage you to find a circle, a friend, or partner who “gets it”, the wonder that is You.  

Mystical Waysayer: Show Me Your Garden of Chrysanthemums


What if I didn’t know who I was?
If I didn’t find my gemstone, my path, my lust?
What magic would pale at the sight of my magic dust?
What firmament of sand, of rigid pallor, of rust?


What if I never galloped on that horse?
Missed that dance?
Forgot to put the penny in the wishing pond?


The Miracle of Relationship

I’m just feeling so lucky today. I recently discovered in my business, the Miracle of Relationship. It seems obvious to say that relationships are important in our everyday lives (family, friends, kids), but being a lone wolf in business is no fun at the park.  I really miss the collaboration and insight that comes from another’s point of view. And so, this week I really went full-tilt boogie in exploring how I can partner with other women to bring more insight, more inspiration, and more love into the world.

My first perfect example is Stacey Coke, actress/model/friend. After sending out my last blog post, I received a series of impromptu video clippings from her iphone. She was natural, beautiful and raw in her honesty and insight. I absolutely felt stunned and grateful for her gift, and asked her if I could post it, which I did (see it  here).

Then I had the great fortune to speak to another bright and shining star (or shall I say Moon?) in Tina M. Games, a Moonlight Muse author and Life Purpose Intuitive, who, after speaking candidly with one another on the topic of “letting go”, invited me to formally interview with her next week for her Life Purpose Legacy series. I was honoured. Of course I said, Yes!

Yes is something I’m getting used to saying!