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“Walk in Balance with the Passing of Each Glorious Sun”

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Lakota Prayer

Wakan Tanka,
Great Mystery (Great Spirit),

Teach me how to trust my heart,
Teach me how to trust my mind,
Teach me how to trust my intuition,

Teach me how to trust my inner knowing,
The senses of my body,
The blessings of my spirit.

Teach me to trust these things
so that I may enter my Sacred Space
and love beyond my fear

and thus Walk in Balance
with the passing of each glorious Sun.

Lakota Wisdom

Honor the sacred
Honor the Earth, our Mother
Honor the Elders
Honor all with whom we share the Earth

Four-leggeds
Two-leggeds
Winged ones
Swimmers
Crawlers
Plant and rock people

Walk in balance and beauty.

Aho!  Amen.

Prayer in Practice

What does it mean to “enter your Sacred Space”?

From a LIONGIRL perspective, Sacred Space is a place within your physical body where your spiritual power is anchored. It’s the holiest of holy grounds because it’s where God enters you and lives through you… Your Sacred Space is somewhere in the center of your being that is limitless, creative, divine, and eternal. Maybe you feel this radiating golden power in your heart. Maybe you can feel it in your belly. Maybe you can feel it roaring in your throat or pulsing in your lower chakras. Maybe you feel it like a royal crown on your head. Maybe the power flows and can be accessed in different places at different times. Doesn’t matter. What matters is that you touch into it, are aware of its power, and learn how to work with it as a force for good….

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“The first peace, which is the most important, is that which comes within the souls of people when they realize their relationship, their oneness with the universe and all its powers, and when they realize at the center of the universe dwells the Great Spirit, and that its center is really everywhere, it is within each of us.”

― Black Elk

What does it mean to Walk in Balance?

To Walk in Balance is to have heaven (spirituality) and earth (physicality) working together in harmony. To be able to hold both with grace and wisdom. This is the way of LIONGIRL spiritual warrior – SHE WHO HOLDS HEAVEN and EARTH in HARMONY. There is no greater power than this.

LIONGIRL pride members are highly conscious spiritual beings grounded in the sweat, rawness, and grit of this physical human existence. We’re coming down from the temples, coming down from the caves and monasteries, coming off the meditation cushions and running into the fiery world. Taking up arms, using weaponry of the heart, to blaze a new Path of Light–So bright and real and beautiful that no one/no thing can deny its glory.

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The cross on the LIONGIRL logo symbolizes the balance/fusion of spirituality and physicality. In the center of which is the sacred source of your divine power.

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Who or What is LIONGIRL? What’s it about?

LIONGIRL is an emerging women’s athletic brand with a highly sacred social mission–to activate the archetypal power of lion in your personal life and in the world. Through our lion-inspired fitness wear, high-powered adventure events, and connected global community, we aim to activate the highest expression of your physical and spiritual power so you can roar more boldly in your life and make a positive difference in the world.

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LIONGIRL is a brand + a community + an archetypal awakening in the hearts of humanity. LIONGIRL stands for true strength and using our POWER FOR GOOD.

It’s not just about wearing and “showing off” your physical strength and spirituality on the outside; it’s about ENACTING your spirituality and deeper strength that’s embodied and radical and evolutionary.

As a LIONGIRL, I feel stronger and more empowered to do the things that are important to me and that matter to the world.”

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The strength of one amplified by the strength of many. This is the power of the pride.

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We are coming for you!

The Lions are coming; they’re coming for you! (And they’re going to devour you.)

I used to be afraid of this picture. A wise teacher told me not too long ago to find a picture that evokes fear in you…One that gets your heart racing, makes you feel like hiding.

So, I did a Google image search and this one totally did it. I saw three powerful male lions  (and likely more) racing toward me to eat me up. I was destined for a bloody, gruesome death.

My teacher told us to put the picture somewhere where we could see it every day. To spend time with it…see what wisdom and truth we could garner from it.

Well, after several weeks with the “mean” lions, something extraordinary happened. One day, I looked at the picture and my perspective had completely shifted.

No longer was I being pursued by the lions as their next meal. I was one of them. I was running with them. I was part of the pride.

I went from prey to predator. And from my new powerful perspective of BEING the LION, I wasn’t running to kill or hunt or hurt anything…I was running with a newfound sense of purpose, leadership, and courage. I was running to find more like me. My pride. Our pride.

In my imagination, our pride was growing bigger by the moment, our thunderous paws creating a roaring ripple through the body of the earth – calling more toward us. It was joyous! A true celebration. It felt like a victory lap – we had won!

We HAVE won, dear lionhearts. We have already won! You are, we are the chosen ones. You are being called back to the pride – can you hear the roar?

You are a hero. You have always been the hero. It’s time now to return to the kingdom.

We have all been on a hero’s journey – the mythic story of the development of the human soul and psyche. The archetypal “call to the quest” that helps us find ourselves…who we really are. We face and slay the dragons and then return to the kingdom to help our people. To transform our world. Our newfound courage, compassion, experience, and perspective is ready to SERVE OTHERS. We know who we are are. And we are ready to fully express ourselves in the world in wholeness and integrity.

Carol S. Pearson in her book Awakening the Heroes Within speaks of the return to the kingdom like this: “Our task then becomes to find adequate ways to express ourselves in the world, and in so doing make the contributions we alone can make to bring joy to our own lives and help the wasteland bloom.”

I don’t believe we need to walk the hero’s path alone anymore. It’s not all on my shoulders, or your shoulders…or the shoulders of the most brave and willing.

I believe it is time to roar into the kingdom as a mighty, focused pride. With spiritually-grounded strength, a servant’s heart, a warrior’s spirit, and a lover’s passion, we can (together!) announce the blooming of the wasteland–And what if, what if, it was already done? What if the land was already whole, and fertile, and blooming, and thriving? What if it just took a change of heart, a new perspective to see that the perfection has always been there.

Take a look at the picture for awhile. See if something changes for you.

Come, hero! And join the pride. We are coming for you! Let’s roar into the kingdom with a new kind of power, freedom, joy, and fierce determination that the world has been longing to feel.

Part of Me Remains in Africa

I’m back now, but not completely.

Part of me remains in Africa.

If you look in my eyes, forgive me if I seem aloof, distant – I am still seeing the red earth of Mother Africa under my feet, heavily pregnant zebras carrying the promise of summer and a new life, herds of antelope and wildebeest sharing holy ground with the lions—intimately aware of every movement, every sound…white-backed vultures perched in leaf-less trees and circling high, high above—sacred alchemists purifying that which is dying and done.

Part of me remains in Africa.

The radiant golden sun rising and setting, rising and setting, rising and setting over the bushveld time and time again. Time passes. Time stands still. It is all the same. I remember this now.

I rise with the sun, I sleep with the stars. I am one with the Earth. She is me, I am Her.

If you ask me how it was or what we did, forgive me if I have no words. There are some experiences so intimate, so soulfully-rich, so mind-blowingly mysterious that to explain them would strip the meaning and purity away. I can only offer you a new experience of being in my presence. Perhaps you’ll feel it. Perhaps not. I’ve surrendered that, too.

I am less than I was before I went. Lighter. Dreamier. Quieter. Softer. So much of ME has been dissolved, allowing for so much more of WHO I AM to shine through.

Unraveling, dismantling the parts of ME that clung so tightly to life, to timelines, to responsibilities, to stories about what’s important and how things should be done. I have forgotten why those things mattered so much. I have forgotten why I was so stressed out. I have forgotten why I was so resentful and angry. I have forgotten why I pushed so hard.

I have remembered peace. I have remembered beauty and the perfection of stillness, of patience, of not needing anything from anyone, not needing anything from myself. Contentment.

I have remembered my place in the whole of Creation. I have remembered the song of the stars. I have remembered what it is to love deeply, untethered to expectations, unattached to outcomes. To Love for the sake of Loving.

I have remembered that it will all be okay.

I have remembered how to dance–barefoot around the fire under a full moon–to the primal pulse of my own heartbeat. A new rhythm, a new pace, a new blueprint unfolding…

I can see the Lions’ tracks in the dusty red Earth, they’ve been here through the ages and will be here forevermore. They are here to stay. They will not leave us, and I will not leave them. I will walk beside them into eternity…together, we will weave and dream and dance and roar a New Earth into being.

Diamond stardust tracks in red earth. A river of gold flowing underneath and above and within.

Part of me remains in Africa.

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This is to be queen

Today I’m feeling (with great intensity and emotion) the royal power of the LIONGIRL roar. I’m asking deep in my heart: What is it to be queen? What is the coronation oath of a LIONGIRL stepping into her divine power? What is the call to service, the duty, the responsibility?

I googled Queen Elizabeth’s coronation and watched the video on YouTube. (see below) I got chills. I cried. I was moved by the ritual and ceremony, the beauty and formality, the recognition of holy power under God and the great responsibility of a queen to her people.

And then the next video “recommended for me” was about Princess Diana of Wales. I ended up sitting through a 40-minute documentary on her tormented life in the House of Windsor, her motherhood, her failing marriage, her divorce, her humanitarianism, her tragic death at age 36…just when she was beginning to fall in love again.

Ironically and blessedly, twenty years ago today, Aug. 30, was Diana’s last day on earth. She died Aug. 31, 1997. I can feel her whispering in my ear. My consciousness is filled with her sorrow, her suffering, her joy, her passion, and her sacrifice.

She lived a war. She saved a people. She died in love.

Her story brings me to my knees in grief. There’s something about her life and, even more so, about her death, that stirs my heart so intensely. Something about her screams to my soul and asks “what is real?” “what is the truth?”  “where do I stand, really, in the mix of it all?”

And then I realize that the regal allure of queenship has dimmed in my imagination; it’s not so sparkly and golden and glamorous. Not so much about the title and the power. It’s about the pain and the fortitude and the compassion and the fight for what’s right and just.

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A queen must abandon the safety of her throne. She must break out of the constraints of the palace walls. She must be among the people–the smell and sweat of humanity makes her come alive, born anew with purpose…one that goes beyond her own skin. She is infused with a sense of duty and even though it may feel heavy at times, she would have it no other way. She holds the world in her hands. And in her heart. A queen has come for loving service. Not for the sake of her own soul, but for the soul of the world. This is LIONGIRL.

 

To put a crown on your head is not to be queen.

 

To be on the throne, orb and scepter in hand, is not to be queen.

 

To sit soberly while a golden cloak is draped upon your shoulders is not to be queen.

 

To watch from afar, a prisoner in your own castle, is not to be queen.

 

To look into the eyes of children and see promise and possibility for a new world, this is to be queen.

 

To put hope in the hearts of the least of these, this is to be queen.

 

To lie awake at night, suffering the pain of a dying kingdom, this is to be queen.

 

To ache with a love so fierce, it drives you to your knees in surrender…To quiet yourself enough to be able to hear the chorus of an otherworldly song and then to choose to dance to THAT tune instead of the one being sold to you, this is to be queen.

 

No crown. No orb. No scepter. Stripped of the gowns, the jewels, the flashing lights, the noisy crowd.

 

To be in silence. In rapture. In peace. Unshakable courage and divine grace.

 

A humble servant of her people. Authentic sacrificial service that gives birth to new realities. This is to be queen.

 

Not Gonna Lie, This Has Nothing To Do with Lions ~ It’s a Frog Blog

*If you don’t read the whole post, at least scroll down and watch the video. But it will mean more if you read the post. So just read it : )

Long day behind the computer. Kids were fighting and tired from the new school schedule. It was time to cook dinner – “the witching hour” as moms know it. Felt like a volcano about to pop. What do I do?

Clapping my hands loudly and fiercely to get their attention: “Alright, kids, we’re going to the park. You’re going to play while I run a few loops around the lake.” They are not thrilled, but I don’t care. I AM DOING THIS, and they are coming with me. Oh, yes, I will force you to play, the evil mother I am.

I pile them in the truck (still whining and fighting). It’s a gorgeous summer evening. I’m glad I made it here. Headsets on, I take off on the small loop around the lakes at Purple Park. I stop at every bench along the way and do some pushups, tricep dips, step ups, squats, etc. I wave at my kids as I pass them. My son is sitting in the grass by himself. My daughter is alone at the top of the play structure. They are annoyed with each other, not wanting to be near the other.

I’m sweating now, breathing hard, and I can feel the wear and tear of the day melting away. I feel stronger, happier, more connected to my power with each step. After my first loop, I can see something is working for my kids, too. They are together now – they are smiling, running, playing. Music in my ears pumps me up – I smile, too, and run to the next bench.

My kids are now at the lake’s edge, discovering new things in the water – a frog in process of his transformation – a tadpole with hind legs. There are two of them in the water. My kids call me over to meet their new “friends.” Bill and Joe are their names.

I finish my second loop, grab my water, and join my kids and Bill and Joe for a few final minutes of lake discovery, and then we all pile back into the truck (this time they WANT to ride together in the back of the truck and I let them – it’s a short drive home.)

Within that one hour, we were all transformed. We reset ourselves. Wow, we are powerful like that, I think. We went from a crazy, angry, separated existence to a relaxed, happy, unified existence.

Divine intelligence knows how to change those eggs into frogs, and WE, as humans, have the power to tap into that higher knowing, that flow and pulse of life pulling us toward greater and greater possibilities. Greater and greater experiences of connection, love, and power.

Our bodies, exposed to a different environment with different stimuli, responded and gave our minds something new to focus on. Getting out of the four walls of our house (and out of the mental prison of our hamster-wheel day), freed our beyond-the-brain intelligence to interact with life (and each other) in a new way.

“Metamorphosis – I’m gonna be more than this…I’m a transformer it is true.” Check out the Metamorphosis Rap below. Sometimes we need a reminder that WE ARE MORE THAN THIS. We are powerful beyond measure. Break free. Join the #LIONGIRLpride and let’s have fun being present IN OUR BODIES, present IN OUR LIVES, and present IN THE WORLD. Powerful ambassadors for a new kind of embodied courage and power.

And if you’re local, join me at LIONGIRL LOOP for a workout and #liongirl activation. We’ll run the rolling hills around the lake, stop at the benches for some power blasts to get our hearts pumping and then activate our lion power together in circle. Maybe say hi to Bill and Joe, too : )

OMG, I’m still singing “Metamorphosis….gonna be more than this….I’m a transformer it is true…” (watch the video)

We are LIONHEARTS

The lactic acid in my legs from yesterday’s workout is making it painful to get in my truck and walk up stairs.  Cringe – Silent “ouches” every time I bend over to load the dishwasher...

My brain is tired from a full day’s work at the computer and juggling kids who are still on summer break with my flexible work-from-home schedule. Cringe – Another TV show won’t kill them, right?

I just got back from the store where I spent too much money on lemon sorbet, cookie dough Haagen Dazs, and scented bath bombs for my kids. Cringe – I feel guilty and save the coupon on the receipt that I secretly know I’ll never use.

This is my real life day. My magical 8-8-17 LIONSGATE portal day. The day where the Sun and Sirius are teaming up to pour their uber powerful star light into our lives for our soul expansion and higher good.

I had planned to get up early for a sunrise ritual.

But I slept in.

I had planned to write an inspiring blog post about all the awesome connections and opportunities to activate our LION power today.

I had planned to sit in quiet contemplation and receive the beautiful, loving LEO light that today offers…

But now the sun’s about to set on this glorious day, and I find myself feeling guilty. Like somehow I wasted today. Like I didn’t prioritize well. Like I didn’t do what a spiritually-grounded “lionhearted leader” should’ve done.

Then I listen to Demi Lovato’s song “Lionheart,” and with tears in my eyes, I remember…

I hugged my children a lot today.

I walked my dogs.

I cleaned my kitchen and did (several loads of) laundry.

I went for a run.

I felt the sun on my face.

I watched it rain.

I took a picture of a flower.

I took care of business for my clients and did good work that I enjoyed.

I cooked food.

I paid bills.

I listened to my daughter play the piano.

I discussed a book with my son.

I did a lot – perhaps nothing incredibly spectacular to save the world, but for me and my world today, it’s enough.

And tonight after my kids are in bed, I will kneel down and pray. I will give thanks for this day, for my healthy (albeit aching) body, for my beautiful family and friends. For the opportunity to be alive. To be a human on this planet. To experience the freedom of my own breath. The beating of my own heart.

I will go outside and look up, and I will remember that my veins pulse with the diamond-star blood of kings and queens. I will feel my feet on the cold earth, and I will remember that I am a holy child of God, blessed with the divine lineage of the Creator. I will close my eyes tonight in peace, knowing that the “eye of the One” is watching over me and that I did good today simply because I lived.

Listen to this song and let it remind you of your place among the stars. We are lionhearts! Can you hear the roar? Join the LIONGIRL pride on Facebook.

**Thanks to my dear friend Lisa Suazo for sharing this song with me a few days ago! So love it.

 

#LIONGIRL Inspired Playlist: Wake Up to Katy Perry’s “Chained to the Rhythm”

Sometimes we need a wake up call. Sometimes we need to stub our toe, bump our head, prick ourselves on a thorny rose, or have Skip Marley come out of the TV and sing to us… If you’re looking for a new song to get you out of bed in the morning, try setting your alarm to play Katy Perry’s “Chained to the Rhythm.”

This song is currently charting the top of the #LIONGIRL playlist right now – not just ‘cuz of the easily jammable beat but because of the MESSAGE. I’m not gonna preach and bore you with a long blog – just listen to the song and watch the video – you’ll get it.

It reminds me of Wonder Woman (see the movie and this’ll make more sense) when the war pilot comes crashing down into her utopian island bubble and life can no longer be the same for her. She’s been pricked by the rose. And she’s unwilling to go back to sleep. She knows there’s something else “out there” that she’s meant to do.

“Who am I if I stay?” says Dianna (Wonder Woman) when her mother tries to stop her from going. SO POWERFUL THIS STATEMENT! Who are we, if we stay in our bubbles? If we continue to pretend we can’t see what’s really happening outside our perfectly-formed (safe) worlds?

Love Skip Marley’s role in this video. Watch it! (About the 2:45 minute mark) Who is your Skip Marley? Who is the pilot crashing down into your bubble, asking you to take off your “rose colored glasses” and take a deeper look?

Be willing to see what others can’t. Step off the hamster wheel. Get out of line. The LIONS are waking up. The pride is calling. Can you hear the roar? Join the LIONGIRL pride on Facebook.