Jody England

As the snow gently falls outside my window, I’m cocooned in my beautiful home with my favorite warm comforts and all the luxuries I desire.I love my life and am grateful for what I’ve created here.I’ve earned every bit of it.The years of education, struggle, and sacrifice. The decades of working 50 - 80 hours per week, the striving, the failures, taking every bit of medicine that was put in my path.I did it. I deserve this. I really, truly do. No one can say I don’t.I have made sure of that. It is a wound I’ve carried since my childhood. A fantastical, mystical, mid-western, mardi gras of family drama, fortunes won and lost, bitterness, betrayal, and redemption (kind of).It shaped who I am, and the way I was determined to be in the world.As a student of energetic exchange, I am fascinated by the insidious ways our egos wind in and through our money story. And beyond money, into all the forms of having, accumulating, and interacting with stuff. And beyond stuff, into the ways we relate to others, the choices