Janelle Hardy

Artist. Writer. Body & Soul Worker.

You Don’t Have To Be The Frozen Woman.

Overwhelmed. Overworked. Disconnected from yourself and others. Stuck.

NOPE. No more.

Tired of trying to ‘stay sweet?’

Sign up for my free 5-day prose ecourse on being wholly and ferociously human. We’ll draw out the fluidly savoury, salty, bitter, sour and sweet aspects of your womanhood with creative writing prompts and storytelling.

Stuck in old uncomfortable stories about yourself?

Starting February 20th we’ll rewrite your tough and challenging personal stories in Personal Mythmaking, an 11-week course that unravels and reconfigures your ideas about yourself using creative writing, photography, embodiment exercises as well as fairytales and mythology.

Seeking a swift deep dive?

Plunge into 5-day and 10-day flash intensives on subjects such as grief (January 30th,) anger (anytime), bodylove, the erotic and the darkness (free in December.)

Hungry for inspiration?

Read about inspiring creative folks in my lusciously and soulfully interview series.

Listen to Wild Elixir: my podcast for creative embodied women.

Get weekly letters on bodylove, creativity and life in my Sunday Morning Pleasures e-letter.

Longing to be seen in a uniquely deep, profound and moving way?

Order a Devotional Painting.

Prefer in-person work?

Visit me on Vancouver Island for hands-on healing work or as a creative-in-residence at my home and studio.

Connect with me

What building a house has taught me about becoming whole

As many of you know, I have more than one job. This is partly by choice and partly by circumstance, because I'm in a bridging sort of state right now - reaching towards where I'd like to be - which is teaching online, writing, and doing Devotional Paintings full-time...

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This Is Why We Freeze

There is an epidemic of frozen women in the world. I was, and sometimes still am, one of them. It’s one of the few ways to cope with living in our culture, and I want to change that. Most women have been and still are frozen, for reasons that make eminent sense, but...

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drunk on wonder

I am sitting here, writing this letter, on a sultry Saturday evening. I look across the table in the living room, a corner of which also doubles as a dining room, and I feel drunk on wonder, drunk on love. And yes, I'm drinking a beautiful glass of Malbec, but I'm not...

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