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When life bucks you off the saddle…

So, a few weekends ago I was indulging my passion.
I was riding a big grey thoroughbred, named Casper.
Now, I love this horse.  He is huge, gentle, and used to be on the racetrack.  He even has his racing number tattooed on his inner lip.  Casper and I have a long, meaningful relationship.  Last summer I was by his side for hours and hours while he weathered an attack of colic.  It was a life or death struggle for many hours, and I stayed with him as my riding teacher showed me how to take care of a horse in distress.

Since that time, Casper has been my walking miracle.  We went deep with one another that day, and I feel the depth and breadth of the bond that happens when you march through the valley of the shadow with an animal, and survive.
I have not been riding that long—only two years—and it was on his back that I learned how to really collect a horse, because he loves to be really, really ridden.  He wants to feel my ongoing continual support on his front end and back end, strong leg and contact on his bit, because he is so huge—over 17 hands.  He needs his rider’s help organizing his long legs and big body.  I have developed some good deep riding muscles, riding him.  He is not for sissies.  So I had to stop being one.

I was at the barn, taking a lesson on him, which is still a miracle to me, since the close call last summer.  We were outdoors, and the day was gorgeous and sparkling.  Casper seemed to be a little uncomfortable—hey, he is no spring chicken, he is 16 years old, retired from the race track, and very sensitive.  But we were doing well together.  Towards the end of my lesson, he started grinding his teeth.  My teacher Cyndy said that it means he is getting a bit nervous, and we should probably stop soon.  But she said you should never ever let the horse determine when you stop, so let’s have you canter around the ring one more time, and then we will go in.
Off I went, happily cantering my big handsome guy around the ring.  Until he suddenly freaked out and bucked me off.
Tossed me on my ass.
Scared the sh*t out of me.
I stood up, trembling and shocked.

My teacher said, get back on.
I said, you are crazy.
She said, get on him, right now.
My body was shaking so badly that I have no idea how I got my foot in the stirrup.  In my head I was thinking, no, no , no, no, no, no, I can’t I can’t I can’t I can’t.
But I trust my teacher.
This was the first time I fell off, but I know she has seen people through this, thousands of times.
And I remembered the Womanly Art of Having Fun No Matter What.  And I thought, this is one of those no-matter-what moments.

So, I got back on.
And still trembling, my teacher had me walk Casper.  Then trot him.  And I slowly relaxed.  Then she asked me to canter him.  And I did.  My body somehow knew what to do—slight pull on the outside reign, slight touch with my heel on his side, and off we went.  Once around, and we were finished for the day.  I walked him back to the barn, which I don’t remember at all.  I took off his saddle and bridle.  I brushed him, which I remember vaguely.  And then, I turned him out.
At home, I noticed I was dropping everything I touched.  I was still in shock.  So, I put myself in an Epsom salt bath for one fat hour and chilled out.

I wanted to tell you this story because every one of us gets thrown.  Tossed.  Whipped off our pathway by some force greater than us.
Getting thrown is just going to happen—no matter what we do.
We get thrown in our parenting.
Our relationships.
Our dating.
Our love affairs.
Our friendships.
Our physical practices, like dancing, working out, yoga.
We get thrown by circumstances which are under our control, and by circumstances which are out of our control.
And the big determining moment in a woman’s life is this: what do we do when we get our ass blasted? What do we do when we get utterly decked?  Crushed?  Thrown off our game?
Do we quit?
Run away?
Or get back in the saddle?
These are defining moments for a woman.

By getting my sore and shaken butt back up on my big grey stallion, the last moment I took away from that day was, “Hmmm…look at me…I am riding again.”  Instead of succumbing to doing what I wanted to do, which was run away and cry.  Or have a shot of tequila.  Or suck my thumb, twirl my hair, and hold my blankie.
The Womanly Arts are the place to reach when life is kicking your booty in some scary direction.  I want you to have these tools under your belt so you always feel like there is a place to lean, when you have been trounced or tossed—since it is going to happen to all of us, someday, some way, somehow.  I’ll be taking you deeper inside these Arts on my blog in the coming weeks. Stay tuned this Thursday for the first installment of my brand new video training series…

So, I want to know, what it is that you do when you get your ass kicked?
What Womanly Art do you reach for?
What Tools of the Womanly Arts have supported you in crisis?
Do you run for the hills, like I wanted to do?
Or jump back in the saddle?
Post below and let’s inspire one another with our stories.  And, if you liked this post, please be sure to share it with a friend on Facebook, Twitter, etc.

With so much love and pleasure,
Mama Gena

P.S. I’ll show you how to not only get back in the saddle, but jump the fences and gallop toward your desires, in Virtual Pleasure Boot Camp.

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  • SG Georgia July 15, 2012, 1:43 pm

    My fellow sister goddesses,
    Thank you all for your posts this makes me realize that getting back on the horse even when things look bleak is worth it. I walked into work of Thursday and had one hell of a blow come my way. I received my annual review which was very bad and because of it received no annual increase and was told I have been put on probation for the next 90 days. It literally made me feel that all the long hours, travel, and headaches I had endured in the last year was for nothing. If that was not bad enough the guy I’ve been seeing who I thought would at least check to see how I was doing has seemed to not give a shit and hasn’t made contact at all that is extremely disappointing and heartbreaking. I haven’t stopped crying since it happened and as I sit here typing the tears won’t stop. I know there is a reason that things happen but right now my pride is so hurt I can’t see straight. I had started applying for other jobs before this past week happened, I was not happy where I was at and it is now clear that that was the right thing. I have called in all the favors I have available to me to get out of this toxic situation and there are plenty of people cheering me on as we speak. I know it might not happen tomorrow but I will get the perfect job for the perfect pay at the perfect time. Everything will work its way out just the way it’s supposed to I just need to keep that in the forefront of my mind and not waver from it. Thank you all for the inspirations each and every one of you.

  • SG Prada Madonna (Ellen S) July 15, 2012, 10:01 am

    Mama G –
    Here’s a very cool article in today’s Times about the healing power of horses.
    Enjoy and keep riding…

  • Jen July 13, 2012, 2:32 pm

    I use humor. I was thrown from a horse on pavement, but luckily my forehead was there to break the fall. 🙂 Getting back on wasn’t an option, but I found myself cracking jokes, even in the ambulance. I told my boyfriend, who unfortunately witnessed the accident, that no matter how bad I’m hurt, as long as I still have a sense of humor, I’ll be just fine.

  • Mary July 13, 2012, 12:50 pm

    You need to learn to read your horse – if he was afraid – cantering him more will not calm him down. Slow down – relax yourself and the horse, then ask for the canter.

  • Michaela July 12, 2012, 9:40 pm

    Seems everything is bottoming out and ending, and instead of scrambling back to safety – I’m trusting.

    I’m trusting that fear IS the thing to reach for vs pull away from.

    Tis one fuck of a dance.

    I’m also starting to get back on the pleasure wagon based on your video post today, and I KNOW that will put things into hyper drive!

    Thank you so much for being instrumental in changing the course of my life!


  • Ann aka Notorious July 12, 2012, 1:57 pm

    Yo Mama! Love this post. We must be telepathically connected, because this was so timely for me, as I just got bucked off my horse on Monday when someone I respect gave me some constructive criticism on video of a singing performance that I recently sent out to a bunch of people via email, and I was totally freaking out that I’d already sent out the video to two or three hundred people and maybe I’d made a mistake, blah blah blah. First I spent a couple of hours in the swamp and also spring cleaned, and THEN I decided it was really important that I get back on the horse by singing, since that was the specific horse I felt thrown off of. So I did a nice physical and vocal warm-up and then spent about an hour singing through a bunch of stuff in my repertoire JUST for my pleasure, NOT in preparation for an audition or performance. And of course my voice sounded fabulous and I made some great discoveries that I will be able to apply when I’m auditioning or performing but more importantly, I reconnected with my joy and pleasure around what I do, and what I’m creating. And then of course I bragged about it to some Sister Goddess friends over the course of the next few days.

  • SG Stormy July 11, 2012, 5:09 am

    My beautiful Mama,

    When life bends me over and kicks my ass out of the blue, I say THANK YOU!

    Granted….sometimes I’ll say it through tears, clenched jaws, a good couple of ” why me” s, and sometimes with that shot of tequila, BUT….there is always a great gift in the ass kicking, the reversals, u- turns and shit storms. Usually an important lesson, or message from your soul that comes in loud and clear after we get the dust knocked off us. Often, I find, little is gained from being coddled and safe from the slings and arrows…and ginormous, anxious horses…of life.

    Big love,

  • S.G. Tamara July 11, 2012, 1:55 am

    This story reminds me of a little girl I witnessed today. I was in the audience watching my son and his schoolmates rehearse for an end-of-the-year fashion show. When it was the little girl’s turn, she timidly walked to the middle of the stage, forgot her next move, and burst into tears crying of embarrassment. A teacher went to console her and invite her back to the stage. But, the little girl just stood in the wings, face red, looking sad. I watched her look on admiringly as her fellow classmates successfully walked the catwalk and wished so much for her that she would get back out there and just enjoy herself, as everyone else did. I could tell she was afraid to go out there again and make a mistake and could totally relate to what I imagined her feelings to be. SG’s I don’t know what got into this little girl, but moments later she found the courage to go back out there and she did such a beautiful job. I was SO proud of her and had so much admiration for this 3rd grader. I wondered if I could suffer defeat and recover so quickly and gracefully. She made me believe I can. And today’s blog made me understand how important it is to get back on the horse. What a great set of lessons. Mama, thank you for all you do. One day I will tell you personally what a beautiful impact you’ve made in my life. Good night, SGs!

  • Summer July 11, 2012, 1:13 am

    Awesome post. I’ve had a horse try to buck me off before and it was a really intense experience!!! I stayed on and rode it like a true cowgirl. The horse’s caretaker saw the whole thing and congratulated me. I was shaking so much!!! Thanks for sharing.


  • ayodele moore July 11, 2012, 12:24 am

    Dear Regena,

    Thanks for this inspiring post. I get help from one of my sisters and I get back up. You really model for us how to get back on the horse and ride. So, I say to you Ride on! my dear sister, bad ass cowgirl, Ride on! love ayo

  • laura July 10, 2012, 5:24 pm

    What do I do when i get my butt kicked? I stand up and look around to see who caught it happening, and then if I can, I strut away as if nothing ever happened, go home lick my wounds and start all over again tomorrow, a little wiser. Now, if everyone is watching…I either burst into tears or laughter!

  • Elvira Ryder July 10, 2012, 5:04 pm

    As I face the possibility of a third round with breast cancer, I am using all the tools I can think of every moment of every day. Cancer has already been a bucket full of blessings in ways I could not fathom or imagine pre SWA. If I am to walk this path again, my desire is to be fully present to the journey – vulnerable, transparent (even when that means being a hot mess, maybe especially then), with an open, grateful heart. The School of the Womanly Arts, and you, Regena, have made that possible. Thank you.

  • Tawny July 10, 2012, 4:53 pm

    It was reaffirming to read your post. After a relationship where I was let down hard I decided that rather than sit home and feel sorry for myself I would get out and party until I felt better. I did this by going to book clubs, taking belly dance class, going to Karaoke, accepting dates even if I wasn’t really sure I wanted to try again. Not only did I start feeling better about myself I found that getting out and having fun helped me heal much faster than I ever have before. In addition I have been having a wonderful time with a much younger man that I would have turned down before the breakup.

  • Veronica Vulvanica July 10, 2012, 4:38 pm

    I totally go for the Biff Crawl when life throw me off a horse.
    I Biff, I cry, I crawl, I wail, I fling my body against the bed, & then, I fling the pillows rabidly.
    Occasionally, I buy some eggs and hurl them at a fence, with all my rage & frustration.
    And then, I go pleasure myself like a mofo — dance, stretch, sing, self-pleasure.
    And reassure myself with a pink book of some sort (Flo Sco, SWA, Owners & Operator’s, etc.) and keep reminding myself that my Desires are on their way to me, because it can’t be any other way.
    Thank u for the post, Mama Reg 🙂
    SG Vulvanica

  • Sister Goddess Bunnie July 10, 2012, 2:24 pm

    Such a good story for me today. I have always been able to “get back on that horse” when kicked in the past. But these past couple years i have been kicked to the ground repeatedly. I have been giving up; lost all confidence in myself & my ability to perservere. Just had a great hypnosis session to clear out some old crap & make room for new excitement, joy, & peace. Then i immediately read this. Thank you for these daily reminders–i WILL get back up on that horse.

  • SG Alanna July 10, 2012, 1:58 pm

    I’m sitting here in tears. Your blog post has lit my desire to start horseback riding again. I miss having that bond with horses that you so beautifully articulated. I am going to revel in my desire and conjure a life involving horses and riding. Thank you, Mama Gena!

  • tasha July 10, 2012, 1:35 pm

    it is very frightening to me, I can’t do this in this particular case (with horses)
    and I never going to….
    but after initial shock, my guts attitude towards not so direct physical interactions, surprised me really – here comes the most unexpected force with the almost primordial unreasoning : lightning of vision of myself coming so far, surviving, after so many people have been nourishing me, caring about me, loving me….
    All these people are not with us here anymore, they all have gone, but their care in the past gives me now no right to look at myself with the misery during those very lower points in my life. I want them to smile at me, and we all will smile together…..
    Give me just a second, I will be able to stand up again and go…..
    I will not give up on my life only because of somebody else (even when it is my husband of 20 years) made a choice to betray/cheat/take younger and more beautiful ‘model’
    I can not believe I am saying this – but now I can admit – yes, she is beautiful, of course, who are not in their early 20s?
    But gradually and also with your help, Mama Gena, and with all fantastic sisters writing in this blog – I start to feel my femininity is coming back and that I am beautiful too, doesn’t matter what….
    I don’t need his eyes anymore to say this to me – I know this myself now.
    With all my heart Thank you!!!!
    Much Love…………….

  • T. L. Cooper July 10, 2012, 1:26 pm

    I’ve been a “get back on the horse” kind of girl since I was a child. It may have something to do with riding horses when I was young. I haven’t ridden much since then. It’s been a long time since I’ve had the freedom and opportunity to REALLY ride a horse! I miss it sometimes!
    A few years ago I took a motorcycle riding safety course, not because I wanted to but because my husband wanted me to. Bad idea. Maybe I would’ve come to the decision on my own, but I didn’t get the chance. Anyway, the point, I was bored. I laid the motorcycle down. The instructor came running over to see if I was okay. I was more embarrassed than hurt – only a few scrapes and what would later be bruises. When I picked the bike up and climbed back on, he stopped me. He told me I didn’t have to continue or that I could at least take a break until after lunch. I told him that I needed to return to riding right then and there and I was going to. I heard the words coming out of my mouth and wondered who was saying them. He took one look at my face and opted to not say whatever his mouth was already open to express. I got back on the motorcycle and rode through the drills twice more before we broke for lunch. I knew if I didn’t get back on the motorcycle right that moment, I’d get too nervous to continue the class. Besides it never occurred to me to NOT just get right back on…
    I think I tend to face most of life that way, but I don’t really think about it. I just do it. I’m not sure I’d even think there was another choice for me.
    Thank you for this post. I enjoyed it!

  • CeeCee July 10, 2012, 12:55 pm

    Mama Gena, your timing as always is perfect, and so is mine, as I read this now, having been thrown quite mightily about 24 hours ago, so hard that I haven’t yet hit the ground! I have been alternating with swamping, and turning to my sisters for support, and finding myself right, and gratitudes. It is so incredibly difficult and scary and yet here I am, trusting Pussy who is telling me its all going to wonderful, just wait and see!! xoxox, CeeCee

  • Courtesan Bon Bon July 10, 2012, 12:54 pm

    Oh Mama, you have such a way with words. Thank you for a parable that is layered with rich lessons. Having recently been thrown off my proverbial horse, I realize that even though I got right back in the saddle, I was criticizing myself for not cantering and leaping posts right away. I realize now that I can walk for a while, and then trot, eventually allowing myself to ease back into a full-blown gallop. Meanwhile, it’s okay to feel shaky and unstable in need of a long soak. Thanks for this beautiful, gentle reminder.

  • SG Alia July 10, 2012, 12:36 pm

    Yeah Mama!!!

    WHAT GENIUS to get you BACK ON THE SADDLE IMMEDIATELY, so you didn’t have time to build the fear up and make it WORSE.

    Oh Goddess, thank you so much for sharing!

  • Shakaya July 10, 2012, 10:36 am

    Now that is awe-inspiring. I was trembling just reading that! I know I have it in me, too.

    Your teacher is good. You are as wise a student as you are a teacher, my Gorgeous. Casper was a naughty boy. But he did warn you he’d had enough…when it comes to males, never kick a pit-bull when he’s down.

    Thank you for getting back up. We can all take back the reigns and lead our own charge regardless of being thrown off our trail sometimes.

    Xxo Shakaya

    Next spa day, put some Jasmine in your Epsom salt bath…Jasmine was Cleopatra’s favorite and YOU are that legendary…

  • SG Krista July 10, 2012, 10:15 am

    oh mama… I’ve been thrown and when I didn’t learn from that one thrown again. Now when I find myself looking up from the dirt I start the mantra “pussy, pussy, pussy, pussy” and then I get up and get it right.
    Thanks for teaching me how to embrace being a woman and a goddess.
    all good vibes,
    SG Krista

  • elaine mccall July 10, 2012, 9:50 am

    I’m a big fan of yours and the pleasure revolution, however, am new to it all having been introduced by a sister Goddess Jill Fairweater. I didn’t know that you are a horsewoman as well (my chestnut gelding’s name is Dakota) and I just wanted to tell you how handsome your boy Casper is! Congratulations on your overcoming the buck and throw, it does take courage, but most of all congratulations on your relationship with your boy, it is a bond that is very special.

  • Karen Middleton July 10, 2012, 9:30 am

    I’m never astounded but always grateful for your transparency. Such a huge gift to me and gives me courage. I’m in the process of building my legendary love affair with the man of my desires and as we are falling deeper and deeper in love, my angels of abandonment circle me and try to talk me out of moving forward. I’ve been bucked off the saddle of my life many times and fear of losing still has a grip on me. When I start going down that path in my head, I boldly go forward, defying life to buck me off again. And I have been rewarded with a random text from my man that comes instantly to me. So amazing. I meditate, I dance, I talk outloud to myself. I toast myself in the mirror with a glass of wine from my crystal glass. I call in my inner Goddess for wisdom that I know comes through for me. Thank you for all you have given me, and continue to give me as I walk through this time in my life! XO

  • Luxurious Laurie July 10, 2012, 9:28 am

    Casper is so beautiful. And I love seeing your smile.

    You have been on my mind recently, Regena. My Fred gave me the loveliest compliment about the way I see the world, and I know that I have you to thank for opening my eyes to so much of that. I have such gratitude for you and for all I’ve learned from you at the SWA…and for all the gifts that I’ve been able to harvest from deep within myself with your help. I live a beautiful life, for which I’m so grateful, and you have been instrumental in making it so much richer than it was before we met. As they say, “When the student is ready, the teacher will come”…I was, and you did. And I am the prize. With tears of joy in my eyes, I thank you from my soul. Xoxoxoxoxo

    • Mama Gena July 10, 2012, 1:17 pm

      thank you for this stunning prose, my love. it’s been an absolute joy to witness your unfolding.

  • Hilary July 10, 2012, 9:22 am

    Some years ago, after going through a divorce with a young child and not having worked professionally in 7 years because of raising my exhusband’s daughter from ages 9 – 14 while he was working on his “start-up company” and having a baby, I was forced back into the labor pool with no career and only a BS in psychology. I didn’t get the job I wanted as devlopment assistant in a private school after 6 weeks of going through the interview process and was devastated. I started looking through want ads again and found an ad for “sailing instructor”. I had taken sailing lessons as a child starting at age 10, loved sailing, and knew it was something I could do well, even though I hadn’t done a lot of it since being married and assumed they wanted someone in their 20’s as an instructor, not someone over 40, but I answered the ad anyway, just for fun. Long story short, they wanted an adult to manage their new sailing program and offered me the job after about 30 minutes. It was a great job for me at that point in my life, helped me to pay the bills and I kept pinching myself at my good luck. In the Fall, I got my real estate license and ran sailing programs in the summer and sold real estate the rest of the year until 3 years later when I received an opportunity to work year round in the sailing industry, just an hour away from my exhusband in a very beautiful and less expensive location on the water. My job was to manage and develop a large sailing program, sell boats and organize events. After 10 exciting and rewarding years there, I handed my positon over to someone who had worked for me for years so I could find a “real job” and could sail just for fun. 2 1/2 years later, I am still looking for the right “real job” and have filled in the past 2 summers running other sailing or marine biology programs. It isn’t easy to find the right “real job”, especially without a “real career” and bills to pay, but I am hopeful and working hard to “stay in the saddle” and am currently in the running for a sales position in a nearby company where I think I would be happy and do well. This is the 1st summer I haven’t run a program and already I have sailed more “for fun” than in years! My son is now in his 3rd year of his 1st choice of college, loves it and is thriving, a fact that makes me very proud, especially since my well-educated but overwhelmed parents never supported my educational choices and I could never figure out how to get my Master’s degree. Even though I haven’t yet remarried and 3 years ago had to end a long engagement to a good man who was not right for me, he and I are still on good terms. I have jumped back into the “dating pool” with the faith that someday I will end up happily married to a great sailor/family man who will love me and be a good stepfather for my son. Because everyone gets “bucked off” at some point in one area of life or another, it really helps to have a passion or hobby of one’s own, like riding, sailing, painting, dancing, singing, cooking, exercise, whatever – that is a “healthy distraction” from the pain and keeps one moving in the right direction and sharing with others who enjoy the same thing. Thank you, Gena, for your inspiring story and congratulations for getting back up on your handsome horse. Happy riding – it sounds like a wonderful environment!

    • Mama Gena July 10, 2012, 1:14 pm

      what an incredible tale of conjuring, hilary. i stand for your desires and would love to know more about what you’re interested in creating next… consider signing up for a free pleasure consultation:

      • Shawnna July 11, 2012, 4:54 pm

        WOW! Thanks for this! SG’s – we are STRONG!

  • Wildcherry July 10, 2012, 9:12 am

    Woke up completely dried out and decidedly ‘pitty’; like I’d been rumbled through a dehydrator and thoroughly dejuiced! Then, I got Caspered.
    So, the Q..side saddle, haul my dry bits up by the horn, get on assbackwards and use blinders, or bareback my life whilst galloping within a hair’s breadth of all the diss-ass-tears that I fear?
    Trit Trot Gillop, heck, even a reigned in yeehaw overrides a neigh.
    Surrendering to my Wild Ride, I’ll spread gratitudes thus rejuice my Wildcherry Bits.

    • Deborah Smith July 10, 2012, 5:35 pm


  • Deborah July 10, 2012, 8:41 am

    I echo what others have said about the timing of this post… Thank you sooo much, Mama for your continued inspiration through sharing your own experience, strength and hope! I was thrown a biggie yesterday, but stopped to breathe, called on support and it became crystal clear what I needed to do: stand my ground, do not run away and get back up on that horse!!! <3

  • MaryAnn Fry July 10, 2012, 8:22 am

    Sage advice; brave action. I’m happy to know you.

  • Karen July 10, 2012, 7:49 am

    When I was let go from my dream job, I was also a part time student. I felt down after classes ended and reading this story just confirmed what mama would say…”Well honey, this means there must be a BIGGER DREAM and possibly not a job.”
    My voice has been used in an independent movie, the money was nice and I’m preparing to complete my undergrad the end of FALL.

    Its easy to talk about getting back on the saddle but it helps when you have someone by your side to remind you “Girlfriend, Get back on.” CUDDOS for trusting your teacher and getting back on…its helping me to know I’m ok to still move forward.

    Thank you always for your wonderful stories and reminders.


    • Mama Gena July 10, 2012, 9:47 am

      you are absolutely right, karen. sisterhood is what propels us forward.

  • Marijana July 10, 2012, 7:26 am

    Thank you for this post!
    Usually I feel that I have to stop shaking before I’m allowed to get back in the saddle. Your story has given me a different perspective. It is OK to be scared, insecure and shaky when getting back in the saddle of new friendships, relationships, projects, isn’t it Mama Gena?

  • Robin July 10, 2012, 6:46 am

    It seems that every time I am dealing with a challenging situation, you write about it that very morning. I woke up a 4 a.m. feeling thrown, afraid, worried about the future. I did my morning practice, which is reading, writing and meditating. And I started to feel better – but then reading your post made me feel so connected to that deeper place. We are not alone – we all deal with something that “throws us” and how we pick ourselves up is the real question. I’m tired, I’m still a bit shaky (that epsom salt bath sounds perfect) to me right now.

    I go deeper. I breathe. I listen. I write. I wait until answers start to come to me (and they always do.) I feel grateful. That was what I was writing about today – a miracle that happened to me in my post divorce journey. Miracles. Thank you for sharing your experiences with us, Regena. I love this community so much, it has transformed my life. Soon I will spring clean with another SG. Gratitude is what I feel right now. Tired, but grateful. I love Tuesday mornings! And brava to you for getting back on Casper.

    Much love,
    xo SG Robin

    • Chan December 27, 2012, 8:07 am

      How long had you been away? For me, it’s a different feenlig every time I go home. The last time I had been away for about 26 months.I always forget that you’re a ChinesePod listener. (You never comment, right?) That, at least, can still be a part of your daily life

  • Rachel Gilliam July 10, 2012, 6:08 am

    I think I’m in the process of being bucked right now — or that’s what I fear. I just started my own company. I have few clients, and right now, I’m either exchanging services with them or will have the opportunity to build my portfolio (so I’m not making money yet).

    But I’m doing what I love. I’m passionate about it. I find meaning in that, and I’ve NEVER had that in a career before.

    I can’t NOT try to do this, so I’m staying on the horse. I want to help so many people. Good juju and vibes are appreciated. 🙂

    • Daphne July 10, 2012, 6:43 am


      As a long time entrepreneur I say, “hang in there,” and start to really own your value so that you get those perfect clients who pay you!

      You can do it!

    • Mama Gena July 10, 2012, 9:41 am

      sounds like you are boldly taking the reigns, sister!

  • Kimber Wolfe July 10, 2012, 5:59 am

    One thing you have said, Mama Gina, that has stuck with me and helped me stay happy through dark times has been to party as hard as you can from were you are. I feel like it’s not enough to be happy “some day” when there are no disasters and everything is perfect, because “some day” will never happen.

    More specifically, I think the womanly art that helps me out the most when getting bucked off by life, is to party with my inner bitch, let her have her fun on paper so she doesn’t sneak in and make everything ten times worse (even though she says it’s for my own good).

    You are fabulous, and some day soon I’ll be enrolling in your pleasure boot camp!


    • Mama Gena July 10, 2012, 9:37 am

      genius, sister. i can’t wait to have you in boot camp!!

    • Shawnna July 11, 2012, 4:20 pm

      Couldn’t have said it better! This girl is getting back on the horse!!!

  • Karen July 10, 2012, 5:51 am

    Nice post 🙂 I can totally relate!!!