Recent Posts
- GET THE GIRLS OUT - Participating locations as of 2/4/2012 / 01 Feb 12
- The Last Supper / 27 Jan 12
- Outdoor Retailer 2012 / 26 Jan 12
Tuesday, 11 Nov 08
Let me just tell you that I often say: “Life began at 30." it was at this time that I took a huge leap onto a path of healing, both for my body and my soul. First, I left a marriage in which I felt stuck (as was the pain in my body). I didn’t want to wake up in 10 years wishing I had made a change when I had the chance. I knew that the pain was stuck in my body because I was stuck. I had chosen a life that was not an expression of my true essence, but one that was chosen by dogma and old belief systems. This was monumental, in and of itself, because I became the “black sheep” in my devout religious family that would not acknowledge that divorce was an option for any reason.
Second, I cashed in my IRA account and bought a brand new 4WD truck in order to drive safely across the country from California to Massachusetts—by myself! Someone told me to name my truck before I left, and so I did; his name was Geronimo. When I was a kid, we would jump off of things and say… Geronimo-oooooooh………… And I was definitely tomboy-shejumping into the wild blue yonder on a big adventure and a path of healing. This path would end up taking me across the country nearly four times, living in six states.
My dream was to find a place to call home and to heal the chronic pain in my body so that I could be dynamic and vital enough to help others do the same. And on this journey I did heal. I went from Wyoming to California, Cal to Arizona, Arizona back to Cal, Cal to Massachusetts, Mass back to Cal, Cal to New Mexico, New Mexico to North Carolina, and North Carolina in a full and complete circle, back to Wyoming! As soon as I landed back in the mountains of my origin, from my Jackson Hole conception to my Green River birth, I knew within seconds, that I was home. When I arrived, I began a full-time practice in massage; something my body could not do until this time.
And now, at 44 years old, I’m still here in Jackson Hole, living my dream. I have been practicing a total of 15 years (8 years full time); the average length of a massage career is 2 years! I feel privileged to be allowed to touch people through the healing arts and massage. And I have embraced this as a lifestyle, not simply a profession. I am grateful for the challenges I have faced in order to find my way here. I have learned so much from the pain and the pleasures along the way. I acknowledge the courage that it took to jump into the new currents of change—and I want to honor my teachers and my guides. They are human; they are spirits; and they are the nature that surrounds us.
As I embrace my feminine self and continue to leave the old belief systems behind, I know that this is the true essence of me, and I know, in this life, this is my soul’s journey. I know in my heart, that I can take “her” with me to that new place that my dreams will take us, and my new road trippin' mama car has a license plate the says, "GAIA." Blessings and Yeeeehaww from Wyoming to all the courageous Jumpers!
Jumper story: Joelle Cogliati
Comment on this Post
Let me just tell you that I often say: “Life began at 30." it was at this time that I took a huge leap onto a path of healing, both for my body and my soul. First, I left a marriage in which I felt stuck (as was the pain in my body). I didn’t want to wake up in 10 years wishing I had made a change when I had the chance. I knew that the pain was stuck in my body because I was stuck. I had chosen a life that was not an expression of my true essence, but one that was chosen by dogma and old belief systems. This was monumental, in and of itself, because I became the “black sheep” in my devout religious family that would not acknowledge that divorce was an option for any reason.
Second, I cashed in my IRA account and bought a brand new 4WD truck in order to drive safely across the country from California to Massachusetts—by myself! Someone told me to name my truck before I left, and so I did; his name was Geronimo. When I was a kid, we would jump off of things and say… Geronimo-oooooooh………… And I was definitely tomboy-shejumping into the wild blue yonder on a big adventure and a path of healing. This path would end up taking me across the country nearly four times, living in six states.
My dream was to find a place to call home and to heal the chronic pain in my body so that I could be dynamic and vital enough to help others do the same. And on this journey I did heal. I went from Wyoming to California, Cal to Arizona, Arizona back to Cal, Cal to Massachusetts, Mass back to Cal, Cal to New Mexico, New Mexico to North Carolina, and North Carolina in a full and complete circle, back to Wyoming! As soon as I landed back in the mountains of my origin, from my Jackson Hole conception to my Green River birth, I knew within seconds, that I was home. When I arrived, I began a full-time practice in massage; something my body could not do until this time.
And now, at 44 years old, I’m still here in Jackson Hole, living my dream. I have been practicing a total of 15 years (8 years full time); the average length of a massage career is 2 years! I feel privileged to be allowed to touch people through the healing arts and massage. And I have embraced this as a lifestyle, not simply a profession. I am grateful for the challenges I have faced in order to find my way here. I have learned so much from the pain and the pleasures along the way. I acknowledge the courage that it took to jump into the new currents of change—and I want to honor my teachers and my guides. They are human; they are spirits; and they are the nature that surrounds us.
As I embrace my feminine self and continue to leave the old belief systems behind, I know that this is the true essence of me, and I know, in this life, this is my soul’s journey. I know in my heart, that I can take “her” with me to that new place that my dreams will take us, and my new road trippin' mama car has a license plate the says, "GAIA." Blessings and Yeeeehaww from Wyoming to all the courageous Jumpers!
comments Comments are closed.