"We get what we give and we attract what we are, right? I think so. Does weird shit occasionally happen for no meaningful reason? Maybe, but the vast majority of the time I believe life is responding to our energy. Bless the moment when I finally realized that I am 100% responsible for my life and that playing the victim was never going to get me anywhere. That moment changed the course of my life. I decided to be the heroine of this story, not the victim. That realization gave me back my power to manifest. I woke up to the idea that I really could create my reality based on my actions, reactions, intentions, thoughts and energy and that has made all the difference."
Life is a wild, dynamic state of ever-expanding conscious and absolute perfection is an illusion. With this in mind, I invite you to take this as an honoring to all of the wild women out there who are fearless, and living in truth.
I could spend all day talking about how twisted up things are. I could also go on and on about how corrupt the system is. Actually, now that I'm thinking about it, I could easily write a book on the current state of the planet and how desperate the situation has become.
When I feel unappreciated, the air reminds me that some of life's treasures go unnoticed. When I'm unsure which path to take, the reflection on the river reminds me either direction has beauty. When I feel guilty about all the good I have, the sky reminds me I can share it with the world.
We're so isolated. Everything we do, we do alone. Most of us don't have a tribe. Why? I don't know the answer to that, but I know it's real for many of us. In the past, I lived near neighbors I had never even met, passed the same people in the grocery store or park for years and never stopped to introduce myself.
She has the power to rip open the earth while at the same time tickle your skin with her soft blades of grass. She is all-knowing and our most valuable teacher. Her lessons in darkness and light, winter and summer, day or night are teaching us balance. With the come and go of her seasons she teaches us about life and death and that nothing is linear but part of a whole.
The world seems hell bent on bombarding us with negativity. If we allow it to, it will suck us dry and leave us with little to no energy or time to see all of the goodness being created around us. No doubt, there’s certainly a lot of crazy shit happening in the world. But there's an equal amount of magic and beauty being created, as well.
To finally feel home, to feel whole, to feel okay. We are searching for that other person, that second half. We are just spending time, wasting time, focusing our thoughts on who it might be. Daydreaming about where in the world they might be right now, and how THEY will save us soon.
I walked by a shop window last week and had to do a double take at my reflection. I paused for a brief moment to explore this wild, confident, fierce woman in the window. I laughed out loud and whispered to myself, “who are you and when did you arrive?”
Grateful, but in the same breath, inadequate. How could I ever possibly live up to the task at hand? You see, my soul is not ascending. My soul has descended to come here and live out this life. Old soul is not an adequate description of me.
Whenever I have been sad or in pain, I have been so quick to try and fix it. When my loved ones are hurting, I usually hide from it or try to frantically go in a mode to mend them. In the past, I didn’t really listen and allow people around me to hurt because I was so busy looking for a solution and telling them it’s going to be okay.
I traveled with a friend recently and she said to me: “Did everything in your bath/beauty bag come from your kitchen?” I hadn’t ever thought about it before, but yes, almost everything I use to care for my body can be found in the kitchen or garden.
I am deeply connected to my inner Aphrodite and I am not ashamed of that. I used to buy into the story that it was evil to be sensual. What a crock of shit!!! Don’t believe that lie for a second. Our sensuality holds our magic and our healing power. Without our sensual nature, we are disconnected from the beauty of being a woman.
Well, I've come to the conclusion that true love cannot find its way into our lives until we have first mastered the art of loving ourselves. With that notion in mind, I've gone into a mode to help my tribe find excuses to practice self love. Well, what better time to practice loving ourselves than the day dedicated to love, right? So, we took what I've always felt was a shitty holiday and make it magical.
Are you brave enough to love a wild woman? She is chaotic and all over the place. She is ruled by a unruly sort of love that answers to no one and cannot be owned or understood. Her energy is strong and stubborn. She feels it all. She is a mess.
My Wild Woman commandments are: Be a sovereign being. Stop waiting around for someone to save you. Take care of you. Practice listening to your intuition so that you can learn to trust it. Stop looking for 'The One' and work on becoming 'The One' - you are not a half. Learn to walk alone and don't be afraid to like it.
As I gain the courage to be my authentic self, the world seems to gain the courage to try and stop me. The more aggressive I become in following my intuition, the more aggressive the world becomes in their pursuit to dampen my fire.
Don’t helicopter parent. Stay connected and tuned into their needs and safety, but don’t hover. Kids like adults need space to roam and explore without the constant voice of an adult telling them what to do. Give them freedom!
There’s really no point in making a list for you of all of my past health issues. I had my share. My physically, emotional and spiritual health were less than the best ever..hah! Let’s leave it at that.