I actually wrote this in 2017, deep in the Brazilian jungle in the midst of a Kiteboard traverse of that country’s coast. It was just as I was coming back to sports after a six-year injury cycle, and realizing that I was “out of shape” for doing big, hard things and working with fear. It was humbling. I wrote this to the muse, to frankly whoever was listening, and what strikes me about it now is how completely timeless it is. I would write this today, and still feel all of these things. And there’s a certain mystery about this phenomenon that I adore.

An invocation to the muse and mystery

To spirit, in your divine mystery. 

Welcome me with your fierce grace, your tender strength.

Hold me in your generous embrace of all that is grounded and peaceful while being wild and pure.

Soothe me with your magical forest energy. 

Nurture my inner child that we may know love. 

And from this energetic sanctuary, guide me to ultimate freedom. 

Annihilate any belief that gives me limits. 

Eliminate any barriers to giving and receiving love. 

Destroy completely any victim stories and drama triangles. 

Obliterate judgment from self and others. 

Extinguish the need and desire for the present moment to be any different. 

And propel me to truth and light, free from the bounds of ego and emotion. 

Create me anew … inspire me to continuously create anew. 

To be free in my body, free through my body. 

To be the risen Divine feminine. 

To know the graceful and powerful path through challenge, and to guide others with immediacy and efficacy. 

Mobilize the fierce grace in me to move mountains, socially and culturally. 

Connect and integrate me and my experiences with frequent ecstasis.

Guide me to natural intimacy that grows out of magic and is magic. That is safe and edgy. New and familiar. Adventurous and grounding. Transcendent and foundational.