Why Hello There
Are you lost?
You can come play with me if you like!
I'M ON A TREASURE HUNT.
Welcome to libby in wonderland.
Are you ready to become challenged, tested and changed?
Hi, I'm Libby... and I am so pleased you were curious enough to come take a look down the rabbit hole.
who am i?
Well, the truth is, I really dislike being labelled or categorised; I'd have to agree with Alan Watts when he said "trying to define yourself is like trying to bite your own teeth".
But allow me to give it a whirl anyway.
I am a Storyteller.
A Professional Leader of Astray.
A Self-Discovery Enthusiast. A Revolution Desiring Rebel.
A Half-Hippie Half-Boss Truth-Seeking Heart-Following Beauty Creator.
There. Hows that for a label? I will probably be different tomorrow, but thats the whole point.
The truth is, there are many secrets and stories within me that have been longing for release for some time now, and after some recent and rather life changing experiences, the time has come to let the cheshire cat out of the bag.
i'm ready to tell all
to shout out and create waves
that stir up all the brave.
i'm here to tease you and please you
to shock you, squeeze and release you...
As a human being, I am complicated. There are many parts; many voices, layers and stories that make me me.
There are the light parts: the enthusiastic parts, the hopeful parts, the appreciative parts; the parts that shriek with delight when they watch epic romanic love stories; the parts that know love conquers all.
And then there are the sad, small parts. The ugly parts. The fearful parts. The regretful parts. The dark parts.
There were those moments when everything I held dear was seemingly gone. After I put myself out there and got burned. When I loved someone who didn't love me back. When my love just wasn’t enough. When I abused and ignored my body and mind to the point of exhaustion. To the point of knocking on death's door. Those moments when I lay in my lonely shadowy hole of despair and defeat; raw, vulnerable, and ugly, with an aching heart and unbearable emotions; when all hope was lost.
something else was down there, patiently waiting for me.
Something, that, despite a few close encounters, I'd never met before. Something so powerful, it could never be defeated. Something so whole, that it could never be completed. Something that loves me unconditionally. And believes in me fully. Something that knows me more than I do and is betting on me to succeed. Who will never give up waiting for me to remember myself.
The warrior part of me.
The part that still hopes after its world has been shattered. The part that reminds me I am enough. More than enough.
The part that reminds me what all of the best love stories have in common: they had to go against the odds to get there.
That part that holds on only to the lessons, and lets the rest go.
That picks itself up, looks up at the stars and remembers it is a part of something grand.
And remembers magic really does exist. That things are never as they seem.
It remembers sunsets and rainbows, rainforests and echoes, mysteries and stories...
It remembers its own.
And the power it has to rewrite it at any moment.
“you are nature. you are already perfect, peaceful, and powerful. you don’t need to become anything. you simply need to remember yourself” - vironika tugaleva