Hey, good mamas! There once was a discount just for Mama's Comfort Camp members. Now I've created a (crazy?) discount for anyone and everyone, because I figured out it sounds crazy to people when I claim I can shift this sleep thing through mindset principles and spiritual work.
I need bodies (and suffering souls ready to quit suffering) to take this class with me so I can increase my credibility and keep offering this program down the line.
Please join me. Your renewed relationship with lying awake, navigating sleep deprivation, and sleep itself is worth a grand experiment. It's definitely worth $22 or $122. Read about the current offer here. And join this course today. It starts up on April 24 and goes through June 12 (with another month beyond that in FB support group).
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While the course page (look right ) describes the curriculum and offers a couple of links for you to take this all in, this page allows you to register at the entry fee of $22—and you never have to pay more than that unless you want to. I do ask that you be an engaged participant (only to your actual capacity) and offer feedback (also to your capacity, which I actually believe will increase as class progresses). Get the information and register here.
Hi good mamas,
In all of my history with on-again-off-again insomnia, my greatest struggles with sleep happened when I had babies and small children. I'm sure I don't need to explain that to you!
I do want to say, for solidarity's sake, that I agonized over the impact of my sleep deprivation on my children. I had a horrible yelling pattern when I began my mothering journey (inherited from my mother, who, bless her heart, didn't have half the resources I had). When I got into predictable wrinkles with sleep and spent night after night barely getting in 3 hours' worth, I dreaded before the day began (part of my self-defeating wee-hours musings) the moment something would happen or too many things would accrue—and there I'd be again, yelling uncontrollably, unstoppable.
I felt like I was living my worst nightmare, and entirely violating the contracts I'd made with myself as a child. I didn't even want to be irritable, never mind screaming my head off while my kids looked at me in the same stricken way I used to look at my mom. Argh.
In my sleep class, I walk my participants through self-acceptance, self-forgiveness, and supreme self-care and self-honoring. I've been there. I know that the self-judgments actually get in the way of healing what you desperately want healed, from the sleep itself to the ways you fault yourself as a mama. Your kids just love you and are able to forgive again and again. The Universe has forgiven you before the ugly moment is even over and has yielded, again, to the abiding love that really is your essence.
Side note: I believe that when our children see us overcome a big bad challenge, they benefit. They'll face their monsters one day, and they will have gained profoundly from watching their mamas go from feeling helpless with a given problem to becoming someone who does it differently. I invite you to trust the journey—trust that it's a valid human journey, even when it has components you loathe; trust that it's for the good of all concerned.
I'll show you in the class how to lie awake in a way that takes the best care of you (however much sleep you get), and that places you in the best stance for facing a day (on what anyone would agree is not enough sleep). I'll walk you through how to walk yourself through a sleep-deprived day. I'll answer your super-specific questions with clear and practical information and give you tactics for moving through your particular challenges with sleep in the kindest way—kind first to yourself, which can only result in greater kindness to your children (spouse, dog, fish, mail carrier ...).
I so look forward to having big-hearted, perfectly imperfect mamas as participants in my sleep course. The support for you is about to rev way up.
Many blessings, Jaya
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