Ella's insights and interviews with her tribe of women founders, overachievers and trailblazers on a collective journey of liberation.
How do we integrate an infinite cosmic soul into a limited human body, with grace?
Where do we belong when we're "too much" for this group, but "not enough" for that group?
How do we express our originality in the sea of oneness?
Drink in what these liberators have to say!
Carly is a Writer / Photographer / Banker / Traveller / Snail Mail Enthusiast / Curator for Handwritten / Old Soul. She is a liberator.
What is your longest standing regret?
Not speaking my truth sooner for the fear of being disliked.
What’s a “fuck yeah! I did it!” moment?
Maintained composure on national television (BBC Breakfast). I thought I was going to puke or forget my name or something.
Once in a blue moon, I run into someone in person or by e-mail who doesn't know that I legally changed my name, first and last. They of course want to know why.
School beat beat the love of words out of me. I didn't read or write a single word between April 30, 2005 (the day I wrote my last university exam) and May 6, 2011 (the day I bought my home by the beach).
Every January, I review my life with a giant mindmap of “What did it take to get here?” Partly is serves as a memoir for my future books.
As I travel, I meet lots of people and cultures.
People I meet along my life’s journey often asked me what determines success, what determines wealth.
The term gifted is usually associated with children and prodigies — from those whip-smart young kids who are ahead of the pack academically, musica
How is it even possible for a small human body to cry so many tears? How is there even space inside the cells to store so much pain and grief? I finally figured out why!
When grief strikes, death follows. Even during death, there is light, there is an orchestrated beauty already set up: a glorious sunset from 35,000 feet, as I flew to saying goodbye to my baba.
Working from a beach is not nearly as glamorous as I imagined. I'm sweaty, I can't see my bright screen, and sand is crawling into my keyboard. Then there's story of The iPhone and The Ocean.
Greetings from Seoul, Korea!
Today, I'm writing to you from the top of Mount Inari, in Kyoto, Japan.
Definitely nobody told me that witnessing and feeling your old self die off would be a slow torment and that I'd be awake during the whole thing... while running a business, championing clients, planning a 13-country world tour... Nobody!
Here's my most recent favorite word: batshit crazy.
First, a confession: I made all of these 12 mistakes as a beginner entrepreneur.
I've recently been interviewed on a few podcasts and telesummits.
One friend suggested we start a "My Husband Just Can’t Keep Up" club / support group. We laughed, and quickly realized that we preferred a "I have done all the required self work to attract a husband who CAN keep up" club.