Will you show up and be seen?

It takes audacity to create.

Sometimes I’m willing to take the risks it requires,

Putting my heart out there,

Bearing my soul,

Bathing the canvas in whatever hues the day has given me,

Whether they’re washed blue with soul or white with purity,

Pink with promise or black with despair…

Letting myself be seen for who I really am…

They’re all decisions that require some kind of audacity.


Vulnerability and courage.

Grit and poise to remain true to the call.

There are the days that I’d rather cover it all up and read a book or pretend like that pull on me isn’t there.

You know that pull?

The one that is always calling,

To make,

To dream,

To grow taller,

To be bigger,

To rip the webs of fear and timidity off and live more fearlessly.

It’s a conscious decision every time I create,

To give wings to the whisper that lives inside the dreamer…

You can give the dreamer a voice,

Or you can shut it down.

Last night,

I made a conscious decision to let the whisper become a shout,

As I held the first Inspire Collective.

Going into it,

My appetite waned,

My sweat glands got a decent work out,

There were many sleepless nights and a million questions.

Was I not trusting?


But it felt like it.

Was I exercising my audacious muscles going into something unchartered?

I was desperately trying to.

Whoever said painting a blank canvas was easy?

There’s nothing there for goodness sake!

You create what you see and if what you’re seeing is all wrong,



You’re stuffed.

A while back,

I dreamed of something wonderful.

Since that time, it had been swirling around in my audacious dreamer,

Soaring between reality and imagination.

I’d been wrestling with wanting to expose the dream to others.

Last night I chose to own it and step into it,

Not knowing where it would go.

Sometimes to get to a new place,

We have to take a reckless first step,

Because that’s often the step that propels us into flight.

What if I fail?  Oh but Darling, what if you fly?

I have people around me who I have dreams for.

Eventually, if you give the dream room to breathe,

It becomes bigger than just you flying.

It becomes about the others around you who are desperately trying to get off the ground…

Audacity comes from owning your story

And then taking responsibility for helping others transform theirs,

Into something beautiful and metamorphic.

Charged with purpose,

These are women who know who they are and who walk in the fullness of their destiny.

Embellished with all sorts of beauty,

Shining and resplendent because they’ve believed in their own dreams and are living them.

Who am I?

I’m just Cate.

Owning audacity is my word right now.

Letting the colour and the form and the mood of it wash over me is what I’m about.

Who am I?

A self confessed introvert, melancholy most days, shy and many times definitely awkward in one on one conversations.

But who am I?

I’m audacious.

Passionate about seeing women become courageous enough to withstand the seasons of their life and come out the other side with a story of hope and courage.

Firey about not letting self doubt and fear rip into the fabric of their delicate souls,

But calling them to step up and into,

A fantastic,


Unimaginably wild ride of a life.

To become their best selves.

The selves that God intended them to become.

Who are you?

Are you prepared to experiment with an audacious mindset,

And take some bold risks?

Stab some fears in the guts?

Step into a new season?

Kick off the restraints that have held you back?

I’m choosing to live an audacious life in this season.


Minute by minute,

Risk taking.

Ridiculously in your face kinds of ‘take that’ decisions.

Conscious, intentional choices to show up and be seen.

Because I know that’s where the growth and the magic is.

Will you join me?

Cate x



Nothing can happen til after next weekend.

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There’s been an eerie haze over the city the last couple of days.

It’s calming, yet a little unsettling because it happens to coincide with a tetrad of blood moons and such…

Not that I’m a conspiracy theorist,

Not by any means.

But being the person that I am,

I can’t help but begin thinking about the end of things.

I don’t like thinking about the end of things,

Especially when I know the God of the bible is into new beginnings and new mercies and new opportunities.

I’m not saying He wouldn’t get to the point where He has had enough,

But I find it hard to reconcile things on this earth coming to an end when there is so much life left to live.

My friends have been dreaming about apocalypses and tidal waves,

Tsunamis and final countdowns.

All a bit unnerving really.

There’s a super moon, a blood moon, an eclipse…

I’m sure there’s more,

And I know that it lines up with Jewish festivals.

I am not ignorant of these things.

To be honest,

I don’t know what it means, if it means anything at all,

Spiritually speaking.

But I do know that as a christian I am called to discern the seasons and the times.

And there have been some crazy things going down lately.

Like ISIS and the marriage equality debate,

An issue only 10 years ago much of the Australian population would have scoffed at,

Let alone entertained.

Like the Syrian refugee crisis and the number of women and children going into sexual slavery.

I remember my Grandma saying that her Grandma thought the world was going to end back then.

But we’re still here.

Atrocities and injustices,

The martyrdom of christians…

So many bad things.

But then again, so, so many good things.

Maybe the world is just getting smaller,

Or rather,

Our awareness of these issues is being made more readily available.

I don’t know.

But I do know that we are living in unprecedented times.

The world is moving at a fast pace,

And I am determined to ride that train until its very end,

Whatever that looks like.

Right now,

I turn my attention to kids who need help with their homework,

To the friend who is trying to overcome addiction,

To the album I am putting vocals down for, that I know will influence many lives.

To the message of redemption and hope that I get the privilege of speaking to 75 creative, exceptional women next weekend at Inspire Retreat.

I will look out my window on Saturday at the red moon and once again wonder what it all means,

Whilst simultaneously whispering at its glowing form,

‘Nothing is allowed to change until after next weekend.’

I have a retreat to be at.

Excuse me while I focus on the life yet to live.

Cate x