The Mystical Wild Woman

       We are a group of people held together by the rope of a common bond, whether it be because we were once trauma victims, addicts, self-harmers, or like minded souls in the pursuit of gender equality.  Regardless of what brought us here to heal, we ARE healing.  In the natural process of healing a wound we have to rip it open, feel the pain, cry it out, forgive, make amends, etc.  But I recently heard about a conversation between Byron Katie and a sexual assault victim that hit me deep in the gut.  Knowing that someone was raped in the past Katie asked, "How many times have you been raped?"  The woman answered that she had been raped once, to which Katie replied, "NO!  Every time you relive that moment in your mind it's happening over and over again."  Our pain is real and valid, but there is no helpful or loving reason to hold onto those thoughts forever.  The time has come to realize that our once upon a time happenstance is not our current circumstance.  Our past is not our present.  What we have been in our minds is not who we are!  We deserve so much more than what we give ourselves sometimes.  Is it possible that we can be exponentially greater than we are allowing ourselves to be because we are still mentally and emotionally living in our past traumas?  My wish is that, through the process of healing, I can be a better person than I ever was before.  I can be strong, brave, beautiful, wise, fulfilled, and magical.  I can accomplish anything that I dream, be anyone I can create, and inspire a fire with a spark of hope and love.

Colette Baron-Reid

 "This is the symbol of the mythmaker and story teller who is neither made of nor defined by the story.  Instead he observes it, evolves through it, perceives all aspects of it.  In so doing, the Mystical Shaman represents the ability to dream a new story, a new myth, into being...He reminds us to be in the world and travel through it, but not to be defined by it or become too attached to the experience."  "You are called to create and dream your life, to act on inspiration and divine impulse without fixating on a known story of success or achievement...Who would you become if you stopped telling the tales that have defined you up until now?  You do not have to live in a story that has roots in the past.  What if there were no need to explain you to anyone, not even to yourself?  The way to your most extraordinary life is to become a blank slate and allow the form of your dreams and desires to show up, as it will."

       Once my inner healing has begun I feel the desire to help others reach this green pasture of peace, but the reality is that WE ARE ALL RESPONSIBLE FOR OWN OWN HEALING.  When we seek relief we will only be given what we are open to receiving.  Sometimes our minds needs to grow more before a full healing is possible, and sometimes we may subconsciously not want to be healed.  What would be left to hide beneath?  We become comfortable wading in our black hole of grief, wearing it around our shoulders to comfort what's within.  We know that we want to feel better, but we have to be ready and willing to take the steps it requires to get there.  A journey is only as long as the travelers trek.  We don't fly until we've learned to crawl, walk, run, jump, and swim first.  Once we shed the heavy skin of victims blisters we will see the soft and tender flesh beneath.  If we can let go of what we have anchored ourselves to and cried over for so many years and take a brave step forward then the real work towards becoming who we were put on this earth to be can truly begin.  We were born for a purpose, with a gift, individual and beautiful to share with the world.  We are all birthed to attain two objectives: a personal lesson to learn during this lifetime and then also a world goal to accomplish using the reach of our inherent skills.  I think that for a lot of us overcoming abuse or addiction IS the lesson that we were meant to learn.  Oh, how much have we learned!  We've mastered pain, hopelessness, powerlessness, rejection, loss, solace, aspiration, control, acceptance, and triumph.  Now we must find our magic and share it with the world.  There is a glitter about you that can be showered upon the heads of the broken, a fire within that can warm the hands and hearts of those who don't yet know that there's even hope for them.  We listen to our desires, trust our intuition, and dance in the joy and madness that is freedom from the burden of being who others ineffectively tried to make us become.       

Colette Baron-Reid

"When Wild woman dances in..., she reminds you of the essence of authenticity and freedom.  Divested of all social constraint and cultural conformity, the Wild Woman holds up a mirror to your essential self- the true essence of who you are and who you're meant to become.  She is a reminder of the bright light within each of us that gets dimmed by the restrictions imposed upon us by the expectations of society.  She reminds us that in order to be fully present to life, we must uncover that light and let it shine brightly...you're invited to shine brightly and to know that your true self is being called out to engage the world.  Your authentic self doesn't fit in a box; it needs the freedom to shine... The Wild Woman says, 'Shine brightly, dance with abandon, be yourself, and let the Great Spirit decide what happens.'"

Who will you become?

Spotlight! on Sarah Howle -Break The Chain

       I run through the rain with my hands insufficiently covering my hair until I can hop the stone steps that lead to the wooden porch.  A surfboard hangs to my left and the door directly before me leaks soft guitar licks and hair-raising whispers from the cracks.  I turn the doorknob and push with my shoulder to find a young crooner perched in a bench across the room with her legs crossed.  Upon my arrival her voice immediately stops and a smile spreads across her unsure lips as she introduces herself to my drenched face for the first time.  This is Sarah Howle, eighteen year old Virgo and aspiring star from a little country town in South Carolina called Hartsville.  But those are just her bio facts, what I want to see is her soul.  I tell her not to mind my presence as I slink to a bedded corner to eagerly await the ghostly tunes of her breath once more.  Sarah inhales and begins a song, hesitant at first, but then I see her angle her head downwards with her long hair partly covering her face.  This gives her just enough of a shield to remember herself as her eyes close and she begins to feel the words that are magically pouring from somewhere deep in her belly.  I close my own eyes and lay enchanted at the passion that I can clearly hear in her words.  I love that she doesn't try to sing the song exactly the way that Stevie Nicks did; instead she loves the lyrics and makes them her own, in her own key, in her own time, and she just blows me away.  I imagine that if her soul could slip from her body it would take the shape of a cat and howl its pain at the midnight moon.
      Sarah quoted some of the lyrics to me, things like, "slipping into the denseness of my loneliness," and "even if I found you you'd be so cold" and I knew that this young woman was special.  She remembers an agonizing juncture when she was just a little girl.  Both of her parents were drinking too much and little Sarah went through a time when she didn't quite feel safe.  That hidden pain grew into anxiety and depression that can only be relieved by crying her torment through the words that she sings.  Still hesitant of herself, she closes her eyes and imagines that she is standing alone in a wide open field at 2:15 in the morning.  There is no one around and the air has a chill that clings to her skin.  Within this fictional safe haven she is able to open her soul and pour her beautiful voice out for all to drink in.  Sarah was originally inspired by her maternal grandmother who used to sing gospel tunes on the television.  Her brothers were also catalysts on the road to finding her voice.  Sarah's older brother is a piano man who encourages her through his wisdom, and her younger brother heartens her with his pure soul.  "He was a blessing in disguise," she says of her three year old brother, Charlie.  "He was a surprise child and I realized that it wasn't just all about me.  He makes me want to do good and make the world a better place for him." 
       I had the most amazing time with this passionate young lady today.  Putting Sarah's physical merit aside, she is unmistakably beautiful through her intuition, loving passion, and ambitious strength.  She uses the only instrument that she can play to soothe and condition the hurt in her soul.  Her voice is a tool that she can carry with her wherever she goes and escape into its safe place, whether she's surrounded by hundreds of people or laying alone in her dark and soundless room with her mind wandering to the wide corners of her needs, desires, and dreams.
What's your escape?