A solitary warrior woman stands above on a cliff, beholding below the vast landscape of her life.
Wind rippling through her hair, loincloth fluttering against her. Elegant wildness, incarnate in her strong, supple body; standing powerful, graceful. Fierce, calm dominion, like fire coursing through her veins. She has a story.
Who is she? You know her.
She's known ...
Crushing defeat and reigning victory.
Betrayal and honour.
Rivalry and fellowship.
Weak powerlessness, valorous strength.
Confusion, sparkling clarity.
Bitter disappointment, exquisite exult.
Conditional, absent love, and breathtaking love.
Deep aloneness, and profound connection, communion.
Destruction, creative rebirth.
Profound grief to divine gratitude.
Tragedy to triumph.
She is me. She is you.
I stand in reprise at these pinnacles in my journey, surveying what I've failed and what I've conquered, recognising there was only learning within so-called failure. Looking ahead into the precipice of the unknown, into each newly awaiting phase, taking my garnered lessons, perspectives, vigour, diving into each new chapter of life. Cyclically giving birth to new purpose.
Ever-evolving, getting stronger and softer each time - Beautiful strength, wild vulnerability.
My how we grow.
I'd often heard my soul's whisperings; calling, inviting, inciting me into greater depth, purpose, and growth.
Sometimes meeting these opportunities with fear, resistance, denial. Not wanting to move from my comfort zone. Not daring I was worthy. Not dreaming I'd be enough to handle what might come. Denying my inner power. Only commencing when it inevitably became unbearable refusing the call.
Some do this forever, but I wasn't ultimately tolerating staying small, letting my gifts and talents die a little more inside every year.
I didn't know what it felt like to be free of past griefs, to be in a truly loving relationship, feel authentic, live without a mask, or how to express my passion into the world. So I sought, finding keys to restoring my self-love, unlocking possibilities I didn't yet even know I had.
There was no turning back. Only inwards, where the real magic lays.
Learning how to remove my blocks (like shame, self-doubt, unclear direction), consequently becoming more meaningfully whole, free.
I found myself sharing my journey and wisdom in everyday conversations, discovering how profoundly impactful it was talking about it. Same thing with clients. When I coached them, they experienced transformational shifts within themselves, granting them access to their authentic, amazing self, to do things they couldn't do before.
I started realising how much women everywhere needed exactly these kinds of conversations. About real stuff. Stuff that matters.
I studied formally, now sharing what I've learned through my life coaching work; empowering women to break through their own barriers, enabling them to be who they were always meant to be before they misplaced themselves.
I love it, and the meaning and purpose I've found.
I continue to evolve, because I've learned how to get out of my own way. Where once I didn't honour my own self, I've become my own hero.
I've reclaimed my inner power.
Like warrior woman above, and like you, I have been forged through fire, strengthened through challenge. I stand at the edge of my world, invoking gratitude for all that's passed. Including the 'bad' experiences. For, how could I regret them, when I stand as the one I am today?
I am not alone.
This is my story of redemption, and probably yours too.
I stand for me. I stand for the divine wild wise warrior women we are. But we're not done yet. Imagine empowering yourself and others. Your next chapter awaits.