“If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.”- Anatole France
There comes a point in a person’s life when you stop and wonder…who am I?How did I get here? What is my purpose?
That moment, for me, happened about 5 years ago. I remember that exact moment, looking in the mirror and not recognizing the woman staring back at me. Who was she? And how did WE get here? I was emotionally and spiritually bankrupt. The path I was on was no longer beautiful…so I ceased from walking it. And that is when I truly began again…..
That was me. A late 30-something year old single mother of 3, a teacher of 19 years. Three years later, in the now, I written countless blogs about the journey, the incredible people I’ve met along the way and all the Universe has challenged me with since then.
I’ve been inspired by brave women, courageously brave women. And while some of those women, are in fact, in the public eye..most of the women who have touched my soul and humbled my spirit are those with quieter stories of courage, the ones who make us realize that we are all the same people, just trying to find our way home.
The brilliant Brené Brown says that “courage is a heart word; derived from the Latin root cor, meaning heart.” She speaks of its earliest form meaning “to speak one’s mind by telling all one’s heart.” And through one’s heart is healing. Isn’t that what we all want? To be healed? To be whole? Courageous vulnerability towards truth and healing.
The words run, dance, and climb equate to the inner workings that delivered me back to me. A former dancer, a runner and a hiker.
This blog, rundanceclimb, is the heart story about being brave, breaking personal barriers, and embracing the joy of life’s journey.