Julia Longin — The Sacred Feminine
Return to Self

The Journey

Twenty-seven reflections, written in real time, in the years it took to write Sacred Defiance, and beyond. Each one begins in an ordinary moment of an ordinary day — a treadmill at 3am, a fire that had almost gone out, a chair sitting in the middle of the road — and moves through to something she needed to understand. Read them in order, the way they were written, or find the one that finds you.
Sacred Rage
Sacred Rage
The piece that started it all — sitting with the rage before any of the insight arrived.
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This Is Not Happening To You. It Is Happening For You.
This Is Not Happening To You. It Is Happening For You.
When life slaps you awake, and the question underneath it all.
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When We Became “Us” and Forgot “I”
When We Became “Us” and Forgot “I”
At what point did we stop trusting ourselves?
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Your Body Is Not Betraying You
Your Body Is Not Betraying You
The physiology of disconnection, and the body as messenger, not enemy.
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Sacred Rage: The Moment You Stop Performing
Sacred Rage: The Moment You Stop Performing
Enough performing. Enough carrying. Enough shrinking.
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After the Rage: Learning to Live Without Performing
After the Rage: Learning to Live Without Performing
The awakening is not the hardest part. What comes after is.
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The Beautiful Mind
The Beautiful Mind
Remembering the part of you that never forgot how to wonder.
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Coming Home to Yourself
Coming Home to Yourself
The radical act of self-love, and the family that reminded her why.
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The Weight We Carry
The Weight We Carry
The physiology of over-responsibility — written in the middle of healing two thoracic fractures.
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The Return to Self: Where It All Began
The Return to Self: Where It All Began
Not on a mountaintop. Curled up in pyjamas by the fire, admitting she was frightened.
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Standing on the Precipice
Standing on the Precipice
AI, human agency, and the art of discernment.
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We Are All Peter Pan… and More
We Are All Peter Pan… and More
A conversation with Will, and the library of stories we all carry.
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Where There Is a Spark
Where There Is a Spark
3am, a dying fire, and the ember that was never really gone.
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When Life Invites You to Reflect, Release and Receive
When Life Invites You to Reflect, Release and Receive
A full moon, a return to Livingstone, and a family gathering after a decade apart.
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Holding All Things at Once
Holding All Things at Once
You are not alone in whatever you are carrying today.
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The Threads We Cannot See
The Threads We Cannot See
Happy 80th birthday, Dad. A Lion's Gate reflection on the tapestry we can't yet see.
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The Present Is the Gift
The Present Is the Gift
On men, women, wounds we don't see in each other, and choosing connection over winning.
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The Chair in the Road
The Chair in the Road
Before Sacred Defiance — the day the manuscript was finally, truly finished.
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I Found Home
I Found Home
The wilderness she went looking for was waiting for her all along.
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What Love Taught Me
What Love Taught Me
You don't have to abandon yourself to stay connected.
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When the Body Asked Me to Stop
When the Body Asked Me to Stop
Two thoracic fractures, and the beginning of Return to Self.
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When the Story Finally Became Whole
When the Story Finally Became Whole
September 21st. Her father's anniversary. The day Sacred Defiance was finished.
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The Ground We Stand On Is Fertile
The Ground We Stand On Is Fertile
A mother duck, a flock of galahs, and a caravan that became a boundary.
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The Southern Moon Moth
The Southern Moon Moth
A blessing found beneath her arm while emptying a box.
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She Is Here
She Is Here
Sacred Defiance is published. Not an announcement, but an introduction.
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When We Come Home
When We Come Home
Family going home, Will softening at the gym, and a note by the coffee machine.
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To My Mum, With All the Years We Never Had
To My Mum, With All the Years We Never Had
Forty-six years on — to the mother she lost at twelve, and everything they never got to be to each other.
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She Is Home
She Is Home
The first copy arrives on an exhausted day, and she is finally home.
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© Julia Longin — A Life in Alignment