Find Your Wild Heart…
Two words came to mind from the very beginning of choosing a name for this new adventure.
I believe that when we are born we are given the gift of wild.
This amazing little wild heart that beats to its own drum.
We dance and sing and laugh and play without restraint.
We learn and grow and explore without fear.
We wear crazy clothes and color outside of the lines without giving it a second thought.
We swing as high as we can and run and jump and play hard with total abandon.
We LOVE freely and with our whole heart.
We are AMAZING and BRAVE and FEARLESS.
Then, gradually, it starts to creep in…
self-doubt. fear. judgement. embarrassment. perfection. hurt. shame. guilt. conformity.
We tuck that little wild heart away somewhere safe, sometimes we forget it even exists.
It gets lost. discarded. forgotten. protected. shamed. feared. hushed. told it’s not good.
When I decided to attend training to teach Brave Girls Soul Restoration curriculum I knew that I wanted it to be more than just a class. I wanted it to be life-changing. I knew I wanted to help people relocate that little heart and bring it out into the light where it can shine and be BIG and BEAUTIFUL and WILD. It’s in all of us. ALL OF US. Whether we remember it or not. Whether that wild was shoved way back into the darkest of darks or it was just lurking under the surface….it’s there. I want to be a part of the finding. Maybe through my website, at a retreat, or taking a class at the little art cabin. Maybe just reminding you it is there will do the trick.
I am a WILD HEART. I always have been. I pushed it down, down, down, for a long time. Fought my instincts. Told that part of me to shush. It wasn’t wanted. I wanted to conform, to be normal, to just pretend like that part of me didn’t exist. It made me feel like there was something wrong with me. When I realized, over the last couple of years, that it was really the VERY BEST part of me, it was life-changing. It is where all of the really good stuff is. The love is there. The being able to look past the surface and really seeing others is there. It’s pretty cool.
When I said WILD HEART to my husband he got a concerned look on his face about the wild part. He was thinking like biker gang kind of wild. (not that there is anything wrong with biker chicks…one of my favorite ladies rides an orange Harley.)
Then I read him this poem and he got it.
I hope you will too and I hope you will start on your adventure to Find Your Wild Heart…
you know that crazy heart of yours?
the one with lightning crackling and moonlight showing through it.
the one you’ve been told not to trust because it often led you off the beaten path.
the one so many have misunderstood your entire life.
trust it. feed it. grow it.
it’s your greatest treasure and will point the way to your highest destiny.
it is the voice of your soul.
~your fellow traveler, jacob nordby