Confessions from a Boho Fashionista: Warning! Please Do Not Feed the Fears.

TinyDevotionsGirlsHey Boho Beauties,

When I was a little girl I was afraid of pretty much everything.

Huge rainstorms would hit our city in the heat of the summer and my dad would open up the garage door to watch the light show. I’d stand fearfully under his pant legs and grip him tightly, watching water soak the cracks at the drives’ edge.

When the storm let up, worms would replace the rainfall.  I would point and squirm, then run into the house fast and far from the sight of their gross sluggish bodies.

Everything freaked my poor little blonde soul out. And I fed those fears, just like that, for a long time—until years later,  in Kelowna, B.C., when I was set to go for a steep mountain hike with a girlfriend of mine.

Her urban mountain home was rooted in the heart of West Kelowna, right below a trail called Bear Creek.  We set out that afternoon with her three dogs. They were each adopted, adorable and free-spirited in their own way, and they encouraged our small band of travellers through the thick trail.

Not long after we’d set out, a ragged old hiker crossed us at a fork we’d come to on the path. His beard was white and rough, and there were creases in the folds of his leathery temples.

“Wily pack of coyotes up there.” He said to us.

“Sorry sir?” My friend replied.

“I said, there’s a big old pack of coyotes roaming around here. You girls should head home.” He walked past us and went on.

I turned in the direction he’d gone in and started a quick sprint back to our vehicle.

“Where are you going?” My gal pal asked.

“Back home!”

She caught at my wrist, and directed me back towards our goal: Bear Creek’s highest point. My heart was racing, my sweat was breaking. This was fear at it’s finest!

We hiked and hiked, but it didn’t take us long until a warm spotlight shone through the brush and we had reached our destination.  Our five pack of fearless warriors stood confidently at the highest point of Bear Creek and we were free—no coyotes in sight! There we were, the sweetness of the wind was pouring down on us, we’d met our destination home free and we’d forgotten our fears somewhere along the path.

When I think of this victory at Bear Creek, I pop on my Amazonite Mala, which cools my fears like the wind did that day, and it always leads me back to my personal highest point. So keep going, boho beauties, wherever you’re at on your hike, until you reach your destination (and don’t stop to feed the fears!)

Peace, Love and Magic from Bohemia xx