Blogs & Insights From Mama Gold
Taming The Barking Dog
Sometimes, when things are rough, it's easy to default to our old patterns of survival and coping. But when we find a new way forward, even in the depths of our valleys, even in the depths of our despair, we are saying, "I am going to live patterns that protect me, not patterns that might hold short-term comfort but that hold the seed of long-term annihilation."
My Experiment With Visibility
After this Easter period of deep reflection, I have chosen to retreat into a period of thought leadership and writing, focusing on my mental health journey. Being active and in quiet reflection creates a gentle way forward. I am trying to create a road map of learning as I navigate this complex life in my 60s. The visibility this past year for me has been excruciating – being too exposed.
STING!
I had been listening to Sting's music my whole life. I read his autobiography many years ago. And just like Richard Branson's autobiography, it made a great impression on me. Because of the values he lives.
The tickets to Sting were a birthday present for my husband, Friedel, because he does so much to support me in my speaking and writing and mentoring journey on so many levels. And in a thousand unselfish, thoughtful gestures.
Sting did not disappoint. In fact, as Keshnie Mati said at our recent speakers meeting, Sting was for me a lollipop moment in 2025. One of those indelible memories that will stay with you forever.
The Vulnerability Hangover
Well, what we often find as speakers is that we give it our all and sometimes when we do deep and vulnerable storytelling, we really pour out a part of our souls that is a part of our deep story, our deep past. It takes an awful lot of emotional energy to bring that pain, that shame, that anguish to the surface so that we can verbalize it in an articulate way.
The Tale of Two Launches
In the blue eyes of my own truth- telling, I had found the oceans of my healing. Finally confronting the sea of my memories buried deep in the ocean floor for so long. And so I surfaced from the ocean and I stepped into the light of the shore. Looking up at the majesty of Table Mountain - an iconic symbol of the world.
Coming Out
At the age of 29
I had wanted to end it all
Driving weekend after weekend
Along Chapman’s Peak Drive
Wanting to drown my shame
In the cauldron of foam below
That frothed and eddied
Like a crazed dance
Against the ebony rocks below
