Hailey McNeal

I do not want my coaching (and this space) to be just another source of information and noise.

New information is great, and it often satisfies some itch we have for movement or change, but more information is 👏🏼 not 👏🏼 what 👏🏼 we 👏🏼 need 👏🏼

We are surrounded in wisdom. Literally swimming in it.
But what stops us from integrating it? What stops us from becoming/healing/unfolding/moving in the way we want to?

This is what I’m here for.
Not more information, sparkling new wisdom, perspectives, hot content…. I’m here to SEE you. To WALK WITH you, to gently EXAMINE the shadows with you, to hold you as your soul’s medicine does it’s work.

(^see what I said there? YOUR SOUL’S MEDICINE. It’s within you. I’m not dishing out your healing elixir. I’m holding you on the sometimes perilous journey to finding it within your own self)

So if you’re ready for your medicine, your next steps, your unfolding, and you have been looking for a hand to help you, I’m here. Message me.

(P.s. pictured here is me with a delicious gluten free corn dog. Just being fully happy hahaha)

The liminal space between dimensions and timelines.

Do you know this feeling? “Blah” for no logical reason. Feeling utterly lost. All precious directions and plans suddenly losing this luster. Wondering who you are, where you are, what is any of this? Feeling yourself grasping for meaning and understanding. Tired.

I’ve studied this space, I’m well acquainted with its magic and medicine. I know it’s a portal. And yet, I still feel how deeply unsettling it is, to be in the void.

But…
This is where we come from.
This is the stuff of creation.
This is, truly, the portal, through which we find our next steps.

And the calling is simple:

Surrender.

Surrender into the nothingness. The absence of knowing. The loss of control. And allow this unseen current to make adjustments to your trajectory, and show you truths you can only see in this darkness. Allow yourself to crumble and be remade.

I’m here too. I’ve been here before. I promise you’ll make it through. You might even learn to love it here.

(Shoutout to for speaking this language openly, which opened me to familiarity and comfort within it.
And for the term Fruitful Darkness ✨)

You don’t have to make sense.
You don’t have to make sense.
You don’t have to make sense.

Your body is wise. Let it feel what it feels without trying to fit it into whatever system of rationality you’ve been existing within. Without judgements.

Let your heart beat in it’s tender wildness. Let the essence of your being expand and flow, and take up space. Imagine your energy body bigger, not constrained to fit within logical understanding or social acceptability.

All of existence is more than we can understand. Let it be.

You cannot separate life from death. (Thank you for this word today )

Being fully alive demands an acceptance of death.

It’s been swirling in my consciousness here lately and what better time to discuss this here, than on this Scorpio full moon? Life and death are two sides of the same coin. Just like day and night, light and dark, conscious and subconscious. We attach so much fear and judgement to the idea of death (for example: death is evil, it’s the result of “sin”, death happens because of “the fall”). But I believe death is actually part of the magic of living.

We see this so potently in nature. Soil itself is life recycled. Death and decay adding nutrients, holding and forming new life in a never-ending cycle. Our bodies are made up of food that was once living, and before that came from soil, decay, and before that, life in another form.

I found these robin eggs scattered among my yard. Most likely their nest was hijacked by a cowbird. I grieved for them. Wanted to find the nest and save them. Contemplated somehow raising them. But in the end I realized they had already been in the cold too long. I had to release them. I grieved for them. For the idea of eggs that will never hatch. My love pointed out their pretty color and reminded me of the absolute beauty of their existence just as they are. Even if they never become birds. How beautiful, the weight and shape and color of them.

So I laid them on some lambs ear, with some St. John’s Wort and Phlox flowers and let life and death coexist in this wild, stunning spectrum of an existence we get to behold.