Stories have always been the medicine of the soul. They are full of secret messages and symbols that our minds often miss. Our souls, however, pick up the meaning, often subconsciously. These secret messages and symbols help us find our way along our soul's path. We get this medicine not just through stories, but also art, music, photography, and film.
These stories, in all their forms, often lead us straight into the woods - a magical journey into the underworld where we meet our shadows and cultivate the heroine within. There was a time, not so long ago, in which our ancestors became afraid of the woods, forgetting the value of the stories and shadows that lived there.
Women, however, have always remembered. We've always been the shamans, fairies, and witches who have known how to take the medicine of stories, alchemize it, share it with others, and even create more. Women have always been at home in the woods. Unafraid. We are the wild ones, the story tellers. And we remember exactly where we belong.
In 2014, shortly after I wrote Soulful Skincare, I realized I still had a lot more to say about healing our perceptions of our self-image. Healing the skin was only scratching the surface.
Through the writing of this book, I came to realize that we willingly (though usually subconsciously) give away our power by allowing ourselves to be distracted by our dissatisfaction with what we see in the mirror. When we fritter away our time, our focus, our energy, on correcting the illusions of our physical imperfections...we lose our POWER.
But we live in a world that needs feminine power more than ever. We don't have the luxury of wasting our power on these illusions.
It's time to stand up, stand tall, being beautiful.
Into the forest she went, gathering each and every artifact from her past, each and every comment, opinion, thought and perception.
Foxes, sage, owls and mullein became her companions. In the shadows, she heard the wolf howl. Above her, the moon glowed brightly.
There was temptation at every turn. Tiny shadow beings, whispering to her to wander back the way she came. But she would not.