O
h how beautiful our lives
could be if we could
just….LEAP! I’m talking
some ‘Indiana Jones’ type shit
where we just look at the hollow
spaces in our hearts and decide
to just trust in ourselves that we
are going to make it across to the
other side. Like...there are these
invisible walkways that only time
and our souls can see that lead
us further along our right paths.
How fucken awesome would that
be?
Well, I’ll tell ya. It’s so awesome
that the first thought you have
in the morning is “How can I
change someone’s life today?”.
The second thought is, “Who’s
soul do I get to hold in my hands
today and help heal?” The third?
“Oh shit I gotta pee.” (You know
you were waiting for it, don’t
play!)
Let me tell you how, the moment
you just open your arms and
allow it all to come out, how it all
comes back! You take that one
small step to just trust in your-
self; trust in your feelings and in
your spirit and GREAT FREYA’S
FALCONS!!! It becomes this
gentle caressing of give and get.
Imagine a sheer gown made of
the most precious materials we
know. That gown must be cared
for in such a particular way. And
so long as you care for it the
way that it needs, it will feel like
velvety air upon your skin. It’ll
never fade and it fits your beau-
tiful body so finely.
THAT is your heart and soul!
That is the special combo that
needs to be listened to for tears
and rips. The marriage of intu-
ition, ancient knowledge, and
purpose. These must be trusted
and heard so that you can create
the life that they [your heart and
soul] feel most full in. swimmers and I almost drowned
that day.
Spread your wings little bird Well, in those moments of me
begging and arguing and reassur-
ing my dad that I KNEW what I
was doing; I actually knew what
I was doing. I trusted myself to
not let me down. My little body
and heart knew that I was going
to end up just fine and that no
harm would come to me; despite
the inherent dangers. I didn’t
see danger. I didn’t know fear. I
saw fun and chance and oppor-
tunity. And my own airy gown
billowed around me; it danced
and glowed because I was honor-
ing what I knew and felt I had to
in my heart.
I know, firsthand, that trusting
in yourself can be so incredibly
hard. I know that somewhere
along your way, someone abused
that trust and made you question
yourself. I get it. You don’t make
it out of a rape or sexual assault
without more than your clothes
stripped from you.
Let’s take a small trip back in
time. Remember when you were
little and there was something
you just HAD to do because
you KNEW that you’d wind up
okay? For me, I was about 7 and
it was the Gruber Pool. I went
with my dad and step-mom and
I was bound and determined to
jump off the diving board. I am,
to this day, not the strongest of
“Okay, so what the hell does
airy gowns and rape and diving
boards have to do with shit?”
Most of us lost that feeling when
we were younger. We’ve forgot-
ten for a long time what it feels
like to KNOW with every cell of
our bodies. We’ve learned to
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