Author Archives: Susan Lucibello

MP3 (Refugee Trip & How to Be Most Engaged in Your Life)

Today, I have a gift, a share and activation gift for you!

Brand of Woman, Session #1: If Not Now, When? Let’s actively engage in our lives. 

In it, you will hear and receive:

  • A little around my recent refugee support experience in Greece
  • How to be of service to yourself
  • Sacred activism & humanitarian — how it’s inside all of us
  • What staying connected to soul means
  • Three (3) questions or moves to actively engage in your life and business (aka = success on your terms)
  • Just who your brand of woman really is

Dive in here.

Enjoy your business, enjoy your life, Creative Heroine and Couture Creation! (Yes, you’re both).

Life is good,




p.s. Tell me something — what would you like to receive guidance, support and training around in the next BOW sessions? xo

REFUGEE SUPPORT STORY, Day 6: Going home and the greatest (daily) romance debate.

Before I arrived to the refugee camp a week ago this past Sunday, I thought the greatest romance was that with your beloved. You be loved, Josh, and madly.

Monday, I remembered it was that which you have with yourself. You can’t love anybody else if you don’t see the possibility of great love when you look at yourself.

Tuesday came and I sat on the ground helping a man in his new normal try on used shoes for winter and wanted to shout, it’s the men, the men, LOVE your men, honor them, listen to them, laugh with them. The greatest global romance comes back to, I wanted to keep shouting, how deeply (key word, spread it) our men feel seen, heard and understood from a young age.

Wednesday rolled in and I was invited inside the pod/upgraded tent of a Syrian family by a fierce mama and, later that afternoon, I thought of my work with women at home and wrote these three words down on a scratch piece of paper: my soul’s sister. I remembered then, my gorgeous sister, who doesn’t look much different than me, that, although we were born to different families and to different parts of the world, you are me and I am you. Romance. This was it — feeling as one. Two things are always the same for all of us, I wanted to be able to keep telling her — our feelings, each one of ours run the gamut between deep sadness or fear and happiness and elation — please know that I have felt all, too, in my own way. And, of course, we are sisters swimming in the same deep desire wanting our families to be healthy and, rather simply, happy, dignity intact. Though I’ve never lived through war, I would have continued, my heart wants to know your pain and that is the greatest of love, too. Loving you as myself, sitting with you as I have sat nurturing myself and, of course, with thoughts, words and actions, using the energy of my own fierce mama heart to fight for your full protection, helping to pull you up once you’re finally able or ready, and not stopping until that happens. This is the great work of the greatest romance between true sisters. At the heart of every forever romance is remembering that without woman, there is no life. LOVE her, acknowledge her and tend to that fire within her, every day.

Then, Thursday, as with the days prior, I spoke with one thing only: my hands. I realized, then, that I held the key to the greatest romance in the same place — my hands…and, add to that, my eyes and expressions that did not want to stop until we each felt fully understood. It can be done. We can understand each other more, to the left, to the right and deep down, with time. But it can’t be rushed, so, we create the time for this greatest of romances. In this daytime dream Thursday, language was entirely optional, but compassion, striving to communicate in other ways and working for the greatest good are and were not. For a world that is just, these fine details for a great romance — a great life — is a must.

Friday came quick and I was brought along into the temporary homes of war-torn Syrian families who had just delivered babies. Teeny tiny babies! Seeing the babies asleep, I woke up. Later, looking into their eyes, I thought of Nolan, my niece and nephews and all the children I loved up on this week and prayed for this kind of great romance — that love from all sides and colors — white, black, red, yellow, and beyond would encircle all children and create the well and loving village of acceptance they would learn from to share with others, whether that someone was similar to them or not. As we arrived to the second home, I realized I needed to add this: the greatest love is the decision you make, possibly even the most difficult in that very moment, to fill yourself with the beauty of that person, any person in front of you, at any given moment. Children, though often unseen by many, cannot be, for us to move forward in peace vs. pieces. LOVE them with your ears, mouth and time.

Saturday, as I prepped to leave physically, but not emotionally, I am worlds more aware and responsible for the greatest romance that exists in us all — romance or, in other words, the curiosity of seeing in ourselves the fear, the war, the anger and separation we, ourselves, have perpetuated in our lives. This energy counts when you look at the goings on for the whole.

To everyone I served this week and to all my friends, family and neighbors, near and far, I am sorry for my part in ever keeping fear, the opposite of love and romance, alive.

Shall we all take note?

Sunday, I vowed to spend the day in bed with the truest of all greatest romances, which is all encompassing and which means putting genuine love, soul salve and solution into everything and to everyone who shows up.

In essence, cozying up, cool sheets and warm pillow, to commitment and responsibility to come back to any place, inside or outside, near or far, that desperately needs love, compassion, healing, freedom, or an activation of our realness or humanity.

To all of you, especially my family and clients, who have emailed or posted: next time, I vow to bring you with me. This will be the plan I work on romancing Monday, but, for now, I look toward nothing but this, my day of rest with Important Responsibility.

Whatever and whoever lies before me tonight or tomorrow’s tomorrow, is and will always be, my greatest romance.

Life is good,




Women Are My Heroes

Women are my heroes, the heroines of optimism.

That’s the thought flowing as I share love and thoughts with VIP clients coming into town or those I’ll be flying out to see.

We must be (are) our own heroines (friends, presidents, husbands, ideal-sized bodies or bank accounts will never be).

We must play that role, be that model, reminder and walking prayer for other women, so they, and, as a result, the world’s youngest ladies, feel they are their own leaders and the first ladies of their own lives.

We must become the most amazing story we want to tell, not for what it will look like to others, but for what it means to our growth, our young and our ultimate peace and happiness.

This is the truest of love and the deepest of romances.

Shall we? We must.

Life is good,





THIS at My Spiritual Retreat Last Week

I call this share ~ Lush Life Soup.

After getting my melt on, I’ll soon land at home (home home, as in SF/Marin).

The one thing I’m keen to share and that I’m more certain of after a week of solitude and some of the longest meditations I’ve been a part of (meditations that ushered me into rich 13 hour sleeps I haven’t had since I was 13 or 23), is this:

We’re not searching for balance, not between the personal and professional, the physical and spiritual, the kids and spouse, work and family, nor work and travel…

More specifically, we crave a feeling similar in weight to having all the time in the world (you do, you have all the time in the world –siiiiiiiit, give yourself time), coupled with the drive, commitment and wisdom to act as if it could all end tomorrow (it could all end tomorrow — siiiiiiiiit, give yourself time).

Sometimes the mix will be a soup of 60/40, 40/60, 35/65 or 65/35, who knows, we’re not counting, it’s lush either way, the idea is to more consistently feel like you are creating the most memorable stolen moments of your life vs. being (the victim, the exhausted, the getting further away from what you want, the no time for me), where it feels like (may or may not be true) others are stealing them from you.

I talk to many women in my line of work where versions of this come up…we may be spending so much, too much (?) time attempting to create balance when maybe it’s simply a good fucking life because we let go, while every day tapping into a couple solid truths of this LIFE and TIME: you got a lot of it AND you don’t have that much left at all.

Siiiiiiiiit and be [stead]faaaast in the getting after it.

Life is good,