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Finding my wild








I'm a free spirit who never had the balls to be free.  

- Cheryl Strayed





(Until now!) 

Sometimes we need to simply ride the wave.  No matter how crazy it feels. No matter how it looks. Just trust that the wave is taking you where you need to go. I am stepping into my power in a whole new way. I am consciously shining my light more brightly, and being seen, and getting my message out there. Outside of my head and heart, and into the world around me. The message that the Great Mother wants to share through me. 

This message is about: wild.

So often our deepest message is one that people would never suppose of us. One that is an all-consuming, unseen, life-longing. All of this requires peeling away of layers, then more layers. Facing walls of fear. Calling the bullshit. Clearing out the old, so that the new can enter. It does not always feel good. This is not all comfy cozy stuff. It threatens other people, it challenges the stories that other people tell themselves about you. It can be incredibly overwhelming at times. So sometimes you just have to ride the wave. And trust that all is well, and you are safe (it is safer to seek freedom, than to stay stuck – though it may not be the most comfortable thing you’ve ever done.)

This is the paradox: even in leaping off a cliff to sprout wings I am safe.

 I am safer there, than if I were resisting where the wave wants to take me. The wave is the river. The river is life. If I resist the wave, I resist life.
So ride the wave, and open your arms up wide to life. Open up your heart and your body to all that is flowing in. Emancipation is heady. So hold on tight. You have to want it. You have to yearn for it achingly, longingly – like you yearn for your lover in the peak of unbridled desire. Nothing else, on earth or heaven, matters in that moment. It utterly takes you over.

Be willing to follow your so-wise heart, no matter what the cost. Even when you feel afraid. Even when you would rather hide away at home. Even when others around you – society, religion, culture, family, community – are all saying No! If you can hear the whisper of your heart; the soft, quiet whispered yes, in the very center of your being, you will realize that it, in all its soft quietness, is a thousand times more powerful than the No’s being shouted around you. Shouted by other people.  Herein lies the key. 

Other people’s no’s have nothing to do with your heart’s yes.


Your heart is you. Their no’s are their stories about you. So the question becomes: who do you want to live your life for? As Mary Oliver calls it ‘your one wild and precious life’? And what are you willing to risk to listen to the truth of your softly whispered yes? Who is living your life, darling? And at the end of your life, when you are lying there, about to pass on to whatever comes next, how do you want to feel? Content and at peace because you spent your life hours living to the bursting full? Or cheated because you too often listened to others directives and allowed them to order your life for you?

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